The concrete corridor was painted in shades of sterile gray and industrial ash. It was the same subterranean block where the shadows stretched long and thin against iron bars, only in the dream, the cell doors had eyes and the stale air carried the heavy deafening echo of steel slamming shut.

"Clang… Clang… Clang."

You were running, your feet bare and bleeding against the jagged frozen concrete, the frigid air burning your lungs. You weren't running from the guards, you were running down a labyrinthine, seemingly endless corridor toward the isolation cell at the very end of the block where you knew Spencer was.

Every step you took felt like the hallway was stretching, pulling him further out of reach but you had to get to him… you had to pull him out.

"Spencer!" You tried to scream but the sound died in your throat, replaced by the choking metallic taste of panic.

Suddenly the corridor dissolved and you were standing in that sterile suffocating visiting room. The thick scratched Plexiglas barrier sat cold between the two of you.

Spencer was sitting on the other side, looking exactly as he had on the absolute worst days, thin, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes, his posture tense and defeated.

Behind him stood a menacing faceless shadow clad in a guard's uniform, its heavy boots clicking rhythmically against the floor like a countdown.

Spencer slowly lifted his head, looking at you through the glass with a hollow exhausted expression that broke your heart.

"You have to stop coming here," Spencer’s voice whispered, vibrating through the glass, sounding flat and completely devoid of hope. "You have to move on sweetheart, there is no version of the future where I get out of here... let me go."

"No Spencer! No!" You screamed, slamming your hands against the Plexiglas but the barrier wouldn't even vibrate under your palms.

Before you could beg him to fight, the faceless guard stepped forward, his heavy gloved hands rough as they clamped onto Spencer’s shoulders, hauling him backward out of the chair.

Spencer didn't fight it, his head just bowed as he was violently dragged into the darkness of the back corridor.

The guard paused for a fraction of a second, the shadow of his faceless head turning back toward you through the glass, a low distorted voice echoed through the speaker. "He thinks he’s smart, he thinks he can find a way out but the system doesn't let go. They will always come back for him… and you can't keep him safe out there."

The heavy iron door behind Spencer slammed shut with a violent resounding crash that shook the entire room.

"No!" You wailed, the sound finally breaking through the paralysis of the nightmare. "Spencer! No! Don't take him back! Please!"

Your eyes snapped open to total darkness, your body jerked so violently you nearly fell off the mattress, your limbs instantly tangling in the heavy duvet, your skin slick with a cold frantic sweat.

The room was spinning, the shadows in the corner of the bedroom morphed into the heavy looming shapes of the men from your dream, your heart slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird.

Every breath you took felt like it was being filtered through a thick layer of concrete dust.

"Shhhh! Shhh! Baby hey! I’m here! I’ve got you baby!"

The bed groaned as a heavy weight shifted toward you, his long limbs moving with instant hyper alert precision.

Before you could even register the movement, two large warm hands were anchoring your shoulders, steady and grounding.

Spencer pulled you flush against his chest, his lean strength undeniable even in his half awake state.

You let out a jagged broken sob, your fingers clawing at the skin of his bare arms as if you were trying to verify he wasn't a phantom, that he wasn't made of smoke and prison memories.

You were shaking so hard your teeth were literally chattering, the terror of the dream still screaming in your ears.

"S-Spencer..." you choked out, your voice a ruined airy whisper. "They... they were there... the prison... the glass... he told... he told me they were taking you back to the cell."

Spencer didn't say anything at first, he simply hauled you onto his lap, his long legs tangling with yours as he sat back against the headboard. He pulled your head directly into the crook of his neck, his large hand coming up to cradle the back of your skull, forcing your face into the soothing warmth of his skin.

He smelled like his familiar coffee, old pages and the lingering scent of sleep, a grounded solid reality that started to fight back the ghosts of the nightmare.

"It was just a dream baby," he murmured, his voice a low gravelly vibration that you could feel deep in your own chest, a soothing cadence meant to break your panic. "Look at me, look at where we are! It's exactly 4:12 AM, we're home love, don't you worry."

He pulled back just enough to make you look at him, the moonlight was filtering through the curtains, casting sharp cinematic shadows across the brilliant elegant lines of his face.

He looked entirely steady, unyielding and completely unafraid. He took your trembling hands and pressed them flat against his bare chest, right over his heart.

"Feel that?" he rasped, his eyes dilated and dark, searching yours with a terrifyingly focused devotion. "I'm real baby, I'm alive and I’m right here in this bed with you, exactly where I belong. I'm not in a cell, I'm not behind glass… I'm right here."

"But what… what if..." you sobbed, fresh tears spilling over and hitting his thumbs as he brushed them away with meticulous care, "if they find a loophole Spencer? What if someone fabricates a charge? I can’t lose you again... I can’t go back to the world without you in it... I'd rather be locked away with you than alive without you."

A soft profoundly tender look melted the tension in Spencer’s face, his brilliant mind instantly recognizing the sheer depth of your devotion. The sheer relief that you were entirely safe on his side of the glass seemed to wash over him.

He leaned in, his forehead resting firmly against yours, his breath hot and steady as he anchored you to the present. He began to rub soothing, heavy circles into your back, his long fingers lingering on the base of your spine, providing a solid grounding warmth.

"You really are my whole world aren't you?" He whispered, his voice thick with a mix of fierce devotion and deep emotional relief. "Listen to me love, I spent every single hour in that place just remembering your face to keep from losing my mind... but it's over now, the trial is finished, the BAU proved exactly what happened and the real conspirators are behind bars. The case is entirely closed."

He shifted slightly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, his eyes completely soft and earnest.

"There are no loopholes sweetheart, no one is looking for me and no one can fabricate a charge because my team and the entire bureau know the truth. We are completely safe and I am never, ever letting anyone take me away from you again.”

He trailed his lips down your jaw, his light stubble grazing your sensitized skin. "I’m not a ghost, I’m not a memory... I am right here. I would burn the entire system piece by piece before I ever let them put a single hand on you or me again."

The frantic rhythm of your heart was finally starting to slow, following the lead of his. The safety he provided was a massive heavy thing, a shelter built out of sharp brilliant intellect and an unyielding will to survive, but it was the only shelter you wanted.

"You're shaking less," he noted, his voice dropping into that low melodic register he used when he was completely focusing all of his immense mind on you. "Do you believe me now? Do you feel how real I am?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, leaning your forehead back against his shoulder, finally letting the last of the adrenaline drain out of you. "I just... the thought of that door closing and you not being on my side of it... it’s the only thing that scares me."

Spencer gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you had to meet his intense gaze, his eyes were burning with a fierce absolute sort of love.

"That door is never closing on me again baby," he whispered, his hazel eyes dropping for a fraction of a second to your lips before shifting back up to meet your gaze with a look of such profound tender devotion. ”I am never leaving you. I survived that hell specifically to ensure we would have this life together. We're alive and we're together… that is the only reality that matters."

He leaned down, pressing a long lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and firm. "I'll always keep you safe baby, I'm going to make sure that when you close your eyes again, the only thing your mind can process is me. No cells, no guards... just your Spencer."

You looked up at him, your vision still a little blurry from the tears but the terror was gone, replaced by a heavy pulsing need to be entirely consumed by his presence. You reached out, your fingers tracing the elegant line of his throat, feeling the strong steady pulse there.

A proof of his life, a proof of his freedom.

"You're here," you breathed, your voice cracking slightly as your thumb brushed against his warm skin. "You're really here... and they can't take you back."

He reached out, his thumb dragging slowly across your bottom lip, his gaze deeply analytical yet incredibly tender, his long hands tightening securely on your waist with a sudden desperate strength.

"I'm real," he murmured, his voice a low ragged vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of your bones as he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. "I've spent months starving for this... literally aching for you."

He leaned in but he didn't rush for your mouth immediately, instead he pressed a slow lingering kiss to the corner of your lips then another to the sensitive dip beneath your ear, counting the frantic beats of your pulse against his lips. His breath was hot, a stark contrast to the ghost chill that had lingered from your nightmare.

You let out a shaky broken sigh, your head falling back against his shoulder as your fingers tangled into the soft messy curls at the nape of his neck.

"Spence... please." You whispered the word like a desperate prayer.

"I’ve got you love… I’m right here," he promised against your skin.

He finally moved his mouth to yours but it wasn't a rushed collision, this was a slow, deep and agonizingly thorough reclamation. After months of being deprived of your touch, his hunger was overwhelming but it was guided by a profound reverence.

When your lips parted, his tongue swept inside with a rhythmic calculated ease, tasting your tears and the heat of his own devotion. It was a long wet glide that felt like it was completely rewriting your nervous system, erasing the images of the cold prison glass and replacing them entirely with the reality of him.

You couldn't stop kissing him, every time he pulled back even a fraction of an inch to catch a breath, you followed him, your mouth searching for his with a greedy frantic need.

"Stay with me," he murmured into the kiss, his hands sliding down from your face to the hem of the shirt you were wearing -his shirt- "Keep your eyes on me baby… just look at me."

His hands were warm as they slid under the fabric, his palms grazing the soft skin of your ribs, his fingers mapping every curve as if memorizing the geometry of your body.

You shivered, a high thin sound escaping your throat as his thumbs traced the curve of your breasts. The contact was electric, a grounding wire that pulled you out of your overthinking mind and entirely into your body.

"You're so soft," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I spent so many lonely nights wondering if I would ever get to touch you like this… without a barrier standing between us, and now… there are no barriers, it’s just us.”

He leaned down, peppering your collarbones with kisses, his lips moving in a frantic worshipping path back to your mouth. The kisses turned deeper and more desperate, your tongues tangling in a slick rhythmic dance.

You clutched at his biceps, feeling the hard lean muscle beneath his skin, the strength that had endured so much just to return to you.

"Do you like how I touch you yeah?" he asked, his voice a low heavy hum against your lips. "Tell me... I need to hear your voice."

"I love it," you sobbed into the kiss, your hips giving a small involuntary twitch against his lap. "I love your hands on me. I love knowing they’re mine… only mine."

"They are," he vowed, finally pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. "Everything I am belongs to you, every thought in my mind... it’s all yours."

He lowered you back onto the pillows but he didn't follow you down immediately, he stayed braced over you, his long curls falling over his forehead in messy loops. He looked down at you with a gaze that was so heavy with love it felt like a physical weight.

"I'm going to take this so slow," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach, his fingers splaying over your hip bones. "I want to feel everything, I want to hear every hitch in your breath… I want to be the only thing you remember when you wake up in the morning."

He reached for the hem of your underwear, his fingers brushing against the highly sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You let out a sharp jagged moan, your legs falling open in a silent invitation. Your fear was completely replaced by a desperate need to feel his hands on you.

"My perfect loyal girl," he murmured, his voice thick with profound emotion as he leaned down, his mouth catching yours again in a long soul searing kiss that felt like a binding promise. He began to stroke your hair away from your face, his touch so light it was almost a ghost of a sensation.

"You're not scared anymore right?" He asked, pulling back just enough to see into your eyes.

"No," you breathed, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm not scared when you're touching me, I'm only scared when you're not."

Spencer’s expression fractured, a look of pure unadulterated devotion breaking through his calm facade. He leaned down and kissed your eyelids then the tip of your nose before settling back onto your lips with a renewed heavy hunger.

"Then I'll never stop," he promised, his hand sliding between your thighs, his fingers ghosting exactly where you desperately needed him to touch. "I'll keep my hand on you until your mind is so full of me that there's no room for fear."

He broke the kiss to drag his mouth down your throat again, his hot breath an electric contrast to the softness of your skin then began to trail wet open mouthed kisses along the slope of your shoulder.

"Please Spencer... don't tease me," you panted against his hair. "I love you.”

"I love you more baby," he rasped, his voice a ruined thread of sound. He let out a shaky desperate breath, his forehead dropping against yours as his fingers trembled slightly against your skin. "I want you so bad it's terrifying me... you will never imaginr how badly I need to be inside you... but I’m so afraid of losing control and hurting you. Please... just let me do this slowly, let me take my time.”

Spencer didn't allow the silence back into the room, every time your lips parted, he was there to catch your breath, his mouth hot and demanding.

You were kissing him back just as hard, your fingers digging into his shoulders, needing to feel the solid heavy reality of his freedom.

You looked up at him, your hands moving from his hair to cup his face, your fingers pressing firmly into his cheeks to force him to look at you.

"You won't hurt me honey," you whispered, your voice trembling but steady in its absolute certainty.

Spencer let out a low shuddering breath against your lips, a look of raw uncovered vulnerability breaking across his face at your words.

Your permission seemed to completely undo the last of his restraint as he leaned down, pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck for a long heartbeat just to breathe you in before his lips finally found your skin.

​His tongue dragged slowly over the frantic pulse point, tasting the salt of your skin. He moved outward to your shoulder, his teeth nipping at the sensitive slope just hard enough to make you let out a sharp gasp, marking you as his own before trailing a slow wet path of heavy kisses right down the center of your chest.

You were squirming under him, your hips already lifting off the mattress but Spencer noticed.

He shifted his weight, sliding one of his legs between yours. He moved lower, his mouth finally finding your breast but he didn't just kiss it, he swirled his tongue around your nipple, lashing the sensitive peak until it was a hard aching point.

"Do you like it when I do this baby? Do you feel how much I'm taking care of you?"

"Yes... fuck!… Yes Spencer," you sobbed, your hands tangling in his messy hair, pulling him closer. "Please… ahh~... don't stop… it feels so good."

The sensation was almost too much, you were arching your back, your breath coming in short panicked gasps as you kept grinding against his leg.

"You’re so sensitive tonight sweetheart," he whispered, looking up at you with a soft, intensely possessive smile. "Is it because you’re happy I'm still here? Because you know I’m the only one who gets to hold you like this?"

"Yes… it’s… it’s you," you panted, your vision blurring. "I only want you… hahh~... I love… how you look at me."

Spencer let out a satisfied sound and pulled back to capture your lips in another deep messy kiss, his tongue searching yours with a hungry wet desperation.

"You’re my perfect girl," he praised against your mouth. "So loyal… so brave for me."

He broke the kiss and started to move down again, his lips grazing your stomach, his breath hot against your navel. He slid off the bed entirely, kneeling on the floor between your spread legs.

He grabbed your waist, his large hands sinking into your skin as he pulled you right to the edge of the mattress, exposing you completely to the moonlight and his focused adoration filled gaze.

He started with your thighs, his mouth pressing firm lingering kisses to the soft skin of your inner legs. "Look at you baby," he muttered, his voice dropping to a low gravelly vibration. "Do you like feeling my hands on you sweetheart?"

"I love it babe," you whispered, your head falling back against the pillow as you watched him from between your lashes. "I want to feel you everywhere… I want to feel that I'm yours."

"You are," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, thick and unrefined. His eyes weren't just intense, they were wild, dilated and tracing every inch of your face as if he was trying to swallow you whole. "It’s just us baby… you’re mine."

He flattened his tongue against your cunt, starting with a long slow swipe from the very bottom of your entrance up to your clit.

It was meant to be a tentative taste, a quiet reassurance that he was finally back but the moment he tasted your warmth, months of starvation caught up to him all at once. The lingering control he had fought so hard to maintain snapped.

His tongue flattened out against your cunt, moving with a relentless heavy friction that slicked you from front to back. He wasn't just teasing you anymore, he buried his face entirely between your thighs, pinning your hips to the mattress under the crushing weight of his chest.

The flat of his tongue pressed hard against your clit, dragging upward in broad heavy strokes that left you completely drenched while his sharp jawline ground ruthlessly against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs to lock you in place.

You let out a high pitched cry, your spine arching off the bed as your lower body tried to buck against the overwhelming sensation but Spencer completely cut off your retreat.

His long slender fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his knuckles turning white as he gripped you with a borderline bruising strength, anchoring you to the sheets.

Driven by a ravenous long denied starvation, his mouth became a blur of hot wet energy. He parted his lips wide, his tongue pushing aggressively past your folds to swipe deep inside your entrance. It was a thick unyielding intrusion that made your internal muscles instantly clamp down in a breathless tight welcome.

Every time you tried to squirm, he only pressed deeper, his tongue swirling around your sweet spot before instantly returning to lash over your swollen clit, devouring every single drop of your release as if he was trying to drown his memories of that concrete cell in the taste of you.

He was mimicking the hard desperate rhythm he wanted to wreck you with later, his thumbs stretching you wide, completely unhinged by the taste of you.

"Fuck… you’re actually real, you’re actually fuckin here," he choked out, his mouth never fully leaving your wet skin, his voice a raw ruined growl that vibrated directly against your core. "I starved for this... I thought I was losing my mind... fuck baby, I could stay down here forever."

He shifted his focus to your clit, his tongue flattening out and rubbing hard relentless patterns against the swollen nub. He wasn't trying to be gentle anymore, he pulled the sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking it hard and swirling his tongue around it with a vibrating desperate pressure that tore a broken wail from your throat.

He increased the pressure, shoving two fingers deep inside you at the exact same time. He hooked his fingers upward, hitting your g-spot with a punishing heavy rhythm while his mouth continued its brutal beautiful assault on your clit.

The feeling was utterly devastating, you were clutching his hair, your knuckles turning white as the first violent tremors of a climax ripped through your lower stomach.

"Spencer! Oh fuck!... ah-hhah!~... don't stop!"

"I've got you baby… I'm not stopping, give it to me," he gasped out against your skin, his pace turning frantic.

The dual friction snapped the last of your control, your vision fractured into white light, your breath leaving you in a long broken scream as your first orgasm hit. Your inner walls pulsed violently around his fingers, your body shaking so hard the bed creaked beneath his weight.

Spencer didn't pull away, he stayed buried right there, his tongue continuing to lap hungrily at you, swallowing every drop of your release, his dark eyes snapping up to watch the way your face beautifully shattered under his hands.

"That's it… my perfect girl," he rasped, his chest heaving as if he had just run miles, a dark territorial pride flooding his face. "Give it all to me... every fuckin drop."

Even as your body continued to shudder with the aftershocks, he stayed right there, his tongue moving in broad hungry laps that caught every bit of the slickness coating your skin. He licked a slow heavy path back up to your clit, swirling his tongue around the highly sensitive nub with a sudden pressure that made your toes curl and your back arch.

You were so sensitive that the touch almost hurt, a delicious overwhelming ache. Your fingers were still buried in his hair, tugging weakly to pull him away. "Spencer... h-hah~... stop… I'm… fuck," you gasped, a tired airy laugh bubbling up from your chest, a sound of pure unadulterated relief. "Come here please… come back up here."

Spencer let out a low growling hum against your inner thigh before he finally surged upward. He dragged his open mouth over your skin, kissing your stomach, your ribs and your chest with frantic small bites, his light stubble grazing your skin until he reached your neck.

By the time he reached your lips, you were reaching for him, pulling his head down so his lips would meet yours. It was messy, wet and deep, tasting of your own release and the heat of his untamed hunger, an absolute seal on the promise he had made earlier.

He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dangerously dark, his breath hot and erratic against your mouth.

"You think I'm done?" He whispered, his voice trembling with the effort it took not to just push his dick inside you right then. "I told you I was going to take this slow… I need to feel every single twitch you have left."

As he spoke, he reached down, his fingers finding you again.

You were already so swollen and sensitive that the mere brush of his knuckles against your thigh made you flinch.

Spencer’s expression darkened into something fiercely possessive. He reached down, his long digits forcing your folds open with a heavy dragging friction that made you feel every single distinct ridge of his skin.

"Spence... please… I'm so sensitive," you whispered, your breath hitching as your hands clutched at his wrists. "It’s too much."

"I know it is," he murmured, leaning down to bite your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth just hard enough to make you moan. "That’s the point sweetheart. I want you to feel every single piece of me, I want you so focused on what my hands are doing to you that there isn't a single thought of that prison or the shadows left in that pretty head of yours… now look at me."

The moment your eyes met his, he drove his fingers deep back inside you. You let out a sharp jagged moan, your hips instinctively bucking up off the mattress to escape the sudden fullness.

Spencer didn't let you retreat, his movements were heavy, rhythmic and entirely unyielding, deliberately testing the desperate frantic way your internal muscles clamped around his hand.

"You're still so tight for me," he noted, a swell of raw heavy pride in his voice as his fingers pushed deeper. "Even after I just made you cum… it's like your body was just made for me."

"It is," you panted, your hands moving to his biceps, feeling the hard steady muscle there. "I… I don't want anyone else… ahh!~... just you."

"Good," he rasped, his fingers beginning to move faster, finding that sweet spot he knew so well. He didn't speed up into a blur but the pace was agonizingly thorough, rotating his wrist so his fingers curled against you in a way that made your vision blur. "Because no one else is ever going to touch you like that, no one else is ever going to know the way you sound when you're falling apart for me."

"Babe... you're making me lose my mind," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching weakly at his shoulders as he increased the pressure just a fraction. "It feels... it's too much."

"Good," he growled against your mouth, his eyes completely dark and blown out. "Let me break you, I'm fuckin starving for you... I don't want you remembering anything but this.”

You couldn't argue with him, you just watched him, captivated by the way his eyes tracked every tiny change in your expression, looking at you like you were his only anchor to sanity. You reached up, grabbing his face and pulling him down to moan directly against his lips.

You kissed him hungrily, your tongue tangling with his in a desperate slick rhythm while his fingers kept up that relentless, torturous motion inside you.

He began to swirl his thumb over your clit again but this time it was different and faster, a vibrating heavy friction that built the tension in your gut until it felt like a physical weight.

"More… honey please… more," you managed to gasp into the kiss, your voice breaking with need.

"Yeah baby," he rasped, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your mouth. “I've got you… I'll do everything you want.”

He increased his pace, his fingers sliding deep and hooking upward to find that sweet spot again with punishing accuracy while the friction of his thumb was constant, a blurring heat that made your hips buck uncontrollably.

You felt like you were being completely overwhelmed and filled up all at once, your entire body tightening into a single wire of electricity.

Your moans turned into broken high pitched cries as your fingers dug into the lean muscles of his neck, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drifting away.

“Spencer!~” You whined, the words falling apart as you lost the ability to keep up the kiss. "I'm close… Ah-ahhh!~… baby!... I'm so close..."

“I know you are,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing harder on your clit, making you moan louder against his lips. "You're doing so good for me… my perfect sweet girl."

Spencer shifted, his mouth leaving yours to trail a path of fire down your throat. He buried his face against your chest, beginning to worship your breasts again. He lashed his tongue over your nipple again, sucking it into the heat of his mouth, while his fingers inside you focused entirely on your g-spot, pulsing and driving into you with a rhythmic heavy pressure.

"Spencer!" You cried, your back arching so high your head pressed into the headboard. “I’m cumming!.... AHH!~... Baby please!... Fuck… Ahh!~...”

Hearing your ragged cry, Spencer moved back up instantly to capture your mouth, swallowing your whimpers.

"Yeah baby, good girl... give it all to me," he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with pride.

You came hard, your internal muscles clamping around his fingers in frantic rhythmic pulses. The sensation was devastating, you felt the wave of the orgasm crash over you, a violent thick heat that started in your core and radiated to your fingertips.

Spencer didn't stop, he kept his fingers moving, intentionally prolonging the climax and forcing you to ride out every single wave of the release until you were sobbing into his mouth.

Spencer waited until the last of the tremors subsided before he finally pulled his fingers out of you.

You watched through blurred lashes as he brought his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly licked his fingers clean, savoring every bit of your slickness with a heavy unblinking devotion.

“You taste fuckin perfect," he whispered, his mouth hovering just a fraction above yours. "You did so good for me baby… my sweet girl.”

He crashed his lips onto yours again, a deep wet kiss that forced you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was an intimate absolute claim that made your head spin, the intense reality of your surrender filling your senses as he held you there, making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark but softened by a flicker of genuine concern.

"Are you okay now baby?" He whispered, his thumb brushing a stray damp hair from your forehead. "The nightmare... it’s gone isn't it?"

You looked up at him, your chest still heaving slightly but the fear had been entirely replaced by a heavy pulsing heat. You reached down, your hand sliding down his flat stomach until your palm pressed firmly against the heavy straining bulge trapped in the fabric of his sweatpants.

"I don't think I completely forgot about it," you whispered against his lips, your gaze dark and heavy. "Can you suggest something to make me forget that awful nightmare Dr. Reid?"

Spencer let out a short choked sound that was half groan half laugh, his composure fracturing on the spot. Before you could stroke him again his large hand shot down, trapping your wrist in a sudden vice like grip.

He shoved your palm harder against his length, forcing your fingers to tighten ruthlessly around him until he groaned into your mouth.

"You're a desperate little slut aren't you?" He rasped, his eyes burning with a raw hungry heat as he looked down at you. "Can’t even wait a goddamn second... just completely shameless for me."

A tired airy laugh bubbled up from your chest at his words, the lingering tension completely breaking as you laughed straight into his mouth. You kissed him back harder, tasting his academic grin before he finally tore himself away -breathless and shaking- to sit up at the edge of the bed.

You watched him from the pillows, your eyes tracing the lean toned span of his shoulders as he reached down to strip off his pants.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you baby," you confessed, your voice sounding small and honest in the quiet room.

Spencer froze for a second before leaning back over you, bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off you. He kissed the tip of your nose, his expression fracturing into that look of pure unadulterated devotion.

"Good," he whispered against your lips. "Because I’m never going to stop giving myself to you. I’ve spent the longest, most agonizing days of my life waiting for the moment we would finally be free together like this."

He pulled back, hovering over you as he moved to sit between your legs. He reached down and lifted your right thigh to open you up completely to the moonlight, leaning down to press a lingering heated kiss to your inner thigh right near the crease of your hip.

"I'll be gentle okay?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a low cautious register. "I know you’re so sensitive now baby."

You let out a shaky whimper, your hips lifting off the mattress in a silent plea. "Okay... just please… put it in... I need to feel you."

"Anything for you baby," he vowed.

He wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, the soles of your feet pressing into the small of his back as he leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a slow deep kiss as he guided himself to your entrance.

He pushed forward with agonizing slowness, a gentle steady movement that felt like it was stretching you to your limit.

The sensation was overwhelming from how much he had worked you over with his mouth and fingers. You let out a jagged moan into his mouth, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his back as you tried to anchor yourself.

"You're doing so good for me," he praised, his voice muffled by the kiss. "Look at how well you're taking me… such a perfect fit… you were made just for me love."

He began to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first, giving your body time to adjust to the fullness, every time he pushed in, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, your temple or your lips, his praises never stopping.

"So good... you feel so warm... so tight," he whispered, his breath hitching as he felt your internal muscles clamp around him.

You were throwing your head back against the pillow, a non stop chain of broken moans tearing from your throat as you clawed at his shoulders, kissing him back with a frantic needy desperation.

"Look at me," he gasped against your mouth, his teeth grazing your upper lip as his chest heaved against yours. "Don't close your eyes love... watch what you're doing to me."

Your insides were screaming from the sheer sensitivity but the way he was staring down at you with a dark unblinking focus that bordered on insanity made it clear that he was deliberately trying to burn out every single trace of the nightmare with his own weight.

He didn't keep the rhythm gentle, bracing his forearms on either side of your head, he grounded his hips heavy against yours, forcing a slow crushing grind that stretched you open to your absolute limit.

The wet friction heavy sound of your joined bodies echoed loudly in the quiet room with every relentless push. He wasn't tip toeing around you, he was anchoring himself inside you, his entire body a sweating solid weight that left no room for you to escape.

"Spence... Fuck!... You're too big," you sobbed out, your hips instinctively trying to tilt away from the overwhelming fullness. "It's... ahh!~... it's... t-too much."

"Take it," he growled, his jaw clenching so hard a vein strode down his neck. He gripped your thighs tighter, pinning them flat against the mattress to open you up even more. "Take all of it... I've been starving for months baby, let me have you please."

With every single agonizing roll of his pelvis, you felt the brutal pulsing architecture of him, you could feel the slight hard curve of his length hooking relentlessly against your walls, the thick heat radiating from him in waves and the thrumming pressure of every single vein and ridge as he slid deeply through your slickness.

It was a slow devastating friction as if he was deliberately trying to wreck every single nerve ending you possessed just to prove he was back.

He was thick, unyielding and completely unhinged by the frantic way you were clamping around him, driving inside you with a heavy reality that chopped your breath into a series of jagged shallow gasps.

"You're so warm love," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low gravelly register that seemed to vibrate straight through your chest. He leaned down, his hair brushing against your forehead, his eyes dark and fixed on yours with a fierce sort of devotion. "Do you feel me? Do you feel how real I am?"

"Yes... h-hah~... baby... I can… feel you," you managed to sob, your voice a ruined thread of sound. You traced the hard bunched muscles of his back with your fingers, feeling the sheer physical power he was holding in check just to be gentle with you. "Don't... don't go slow... please… don't leave me."

"I'm right here baby... I'm never leaving," he promised, his voice cracking with an emotion so raw it felt like a physical touch.

He shifted his weight, pulling your legs higher and draping them over his shoulders, exposing every inch of your vulnerability to the moonlight. He began to drive deeper, his thrusts gaining a deliberate rhythmic precision.

With every forward motion, he hit your g-spot with the blunt punishing accuracy of a man who knew exactly how to overwhelm your senses and put you back together. It was a deep internal collision that made your vision fracture into sparks of white light.

"Fuck!~... S-Spencer... hah-ah!... please," you cried out, your voice a jagged high pitched sound in the quiet room. You felt the way you were tightening on him, your body trying to swallow him whole to keep him locked inside where the world could never reach him. “It… it hurts!... Ah-hahh~... hurts s-so good… more… please.”

The sensation was devastating, it was a dual pressure of pleasure and a desperate aching need for safety.

Spencer let out a low guttural groan of approval, his hands sliding down to frame your face, his thumbs catching the fresh tears that tracked down your temples. He was completely unhinged by the tight slick heat of your cunt, every nerve ending in his body was screaming, drowning out the months of cold isolation with the overwhelming burning reality of your touch.

His blood was rushing, hot and heavy, a wild surge of possessive adrenaline spiking through him as he realized he wasn't dreaming anymore. He was finally back where he belonged.

"That’s it… my perfect girl… take all of me," he choked out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of a man who had starved for months. He drove deeper, his hips slamming home with a punishing heavy accuracy that made his breaths hitch. "I’ve survived hell for this... for you baby… only got you…”

"I love you... h-hah!~... I love you s-so much," you panted, your hips bucking up to meet his every drive, your body acting on a frantic primal instinct to be closer. "It’s so... ahh!~... so deep… s-so good..."

The intimacy was breathtaking in the best possible way. You were both exhausted, your skin slick with a cold frantic sweat from the nightmare that had turned warm and sweet with the effort of pleasing each other.

You could feel the exhaustion in the way his muscles twitched, in the way his breath came in short rhythmic bursts that hit your lips like a physical caress, yet there was a desperate hunger in his movements, a need to verify that you were still there, still loyal, still his.

"You're so greedy for me," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of pride and protective hunger. "You like that baby yeah?"

"Yes... Spencer please... don't stop," you whined, your eyes rolling back as he hit that sensitive spot again and again, harder this time. "I wan-... hahh... I want to br the… the only thing you feel… I want to… stay like this."

"You are the only thing I feel baby," he rasped, his forehead resting against yours.

He stopped trying to fight his own restraint, the slow worshipful pace gave way to a demanding desperate rhythm as he locked his hands under your thighs, pinning your knees back toward your chest to expose you completely.

He began to drive into you with an unyielding relentless speed, his hips hammering against yours with a heavy wet friction.

You could feel the veins on his neck standing out and the hard tension in his jaw as he deliberately targeted your sweet spot with every single brutal thrust, overloading your senses until a white hot fire was building in your gut.

​Before you could even process the pace, Spencer reached down between your joined bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and grinding hard against it with a fast vibrating pressure.

The dual assault was devastating, every thrust sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to your brain, blurring your vision entirely.

"Babe... ah-ahhh!... Spencer… I'm... I'm cumming... it's too much," you gasped, your internal muscles pulsing around him in a frantic involuntary rhythm. You felt the way you were becoming a wire stretched to the point of snapping, your body aching with a pleasure that was almost indistinguishable from pain.

Feeling the way you were squeezing him and the way your breath had turned into a series of panicked needy whimpers, Spencer stopped for a heartbeat. He was trembling, his arms braced over you, his eyes searching yours with a look of such raw agonizing love that it made your breath catch.

Slowly, his trembling hand came up to your face. He used his thumb to gently push a few damp strands of hair away from your forehead, his eyes completely locked onto your blown out pupils.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice cracking, thick with an overwhelming emotion as he pressed a tender lingering kiss right into the palm of your hand which was resting against his chest. "You're doing so good for me baby... so perfect.”

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep incredibly thorough kiss. It was a total reclamation, his tongue searched yours hungrily that tasted of salt and the heat of your shared breaths.

You reached up, your fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down, needing to swallow the very air he breathed as you arched your back, trying to fuse your soul to his in the dark, desperate for more of that suffocating contact.

"More… Spencer... please," you choked out against his lips, your voice thick with a needy jagged edge. "I need you... don't stop... ah-hah~... please don't stop."

"Fuck... you're so beautiful when you beg me like that," he growled against your mouth, his breath hitching as your internal walls squeezed him even tighter. He let out a low shaky laugh that was entirely undone by hunger, his forehead pressing hard against yours. "Look at how loyal you are to me... breaking apart and still asking for more, such a good perfect girl…”

He didn't just resume, he accelerated, completely unhinged by your cries. His hips slammed back down against yours with a heavy wet force that made the headboard thud rhythmically against the wall, a steady blunt sound that grounded you in the reality of his strength, his thumb returning to grind ruthlessly against your clit.

With every deep sliding thrust, he was hooking upward, intentionally overwhelming your g-spot with the crown of his cock.

The sensation was electric, a deep seated ache that radiated from your cunt to the tips of your toes. You could feel every ridge of him, the pulsing heat of the veins along his length acting like a roadmap of his own desire against your internal walls.

"T-this good baby yeah?" He hissed, his voice dropping into a low melodic whisper as he hovered just inches from your ear. "You like how I’m hitting that spot? You like how I’m making sure you can't think of anything else?"

"Yes... fuck~... yes Spencer!~..." You wailed, your head falling back as your hips bucked uncontrollably to meet him. "It’s so much... ahh!~... it’s too much... Spencer!"

"Answer me love," he commanded, his voice thickening with a desperate protective authority. He slowed down just enough to make you ache for the next strike, teasing you with shallow dragging slides. "Do you feel me? Do you feel how I am yours? Tell me."

"I... hah-ah~... I love it," you sobbed, reaching out to grab his shoulders, feeling the sweat slicked hard muscle beneath your palms. "I love being yours... ahhh!~... please baby... harder... I want you… hahh~... to make me… forget."

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice thick with an intense devotion that made your inner walls clench. "You'd let me hold you like this forever as long as I stay wouldn't you?"

"Anything... h-hah~... I'd do anything!~..." You screamed, your fingers digging into his back, leaving red stinging marks that he seemed to relish.

He didn't give you a moment of peace, increasing the pace until it was a blurring friction heavy assault.

You were a mess of raw nerves, your body shaking with a tired desperation to please him as much as he was pleasing you. You could feel the exhaustion in his own movements again, the way his arms were trembling as he braced himself over you and the way his heart was slamming against his ribs with a violence that matched your own.

He was pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by a fierce need to consume your fears entirely.

"Look at you," he rasped, his eyes dilated and dark, tracking the way your chest heaved and the way your throat worked as you swallowed your own cries. "You're so vulnerable… so beautiful… you're entirely mine baby… does that make you feel safe? Knowing I’ve got my hands all over you after I'm back to you?"

"It... ah-ahh!... it… it makes me… feel safe," you cried out, a broken honest admission that made Spencer’s expression fracture into something terrifyingly tender. "I only… feel safe... hah!~... when you're… inside me…"

The intensity of your devotion and the way you were looking at him with such unfiltered love sent Spencer entirely over the edge. His control completely snapped. He reached down, his hand sliding between your slick joined bodies, his thumb finding your clit and grinding hard against it with a frantic vibrating pressure.

"Spencer... ahh!~... Spence… I can’t... hah-ah... I’m going to... I’m going to!... Fuck!" You wailed, your voice breaking into a high needy cry that filled the small space between your lips, your hips bucking in a desperate erratic rhythm, trying to catch every bit of the friction he was offering.

"Yeah baby... that’s it… good girl," he rasped, his voice dropping into a thick primal growl. He didn't slow down, if anything his thumb moved faster, a blurring heat that sent sparks of white light across your vision. "Just like that… just cum for me love… give me everything you’ve got left."

The tension snapped as you let out a long broken wail of "Spence!... Fuck!... Spencer!~" as your second climax hit with the force of a tidal wave.

You were pulsing violently around him, your internal muscles clamping down on him in frantic rhythmic waves that seemed to echo the frantic beating of your heart.

The feeling of you shattering and the way you were sobbing his name into the quiet room was the final trigger. Spencer let out a low guttural whimper, his body stiffening as he followed you to the edge. He drove into you one last time, buried as deep as he could go and stayed there as he came.

"Fuck… you're so perfect," he groaned against your skin, his voice sounding ruined and raw. "You're mine... fuck... you're so good for me baby… every bit of you... I'm never letting you go… you're my loyal beautiful love."

He was shaking, his muscles tight and straining as he poured himself into you, his weight a heavy grounding comfort that finally silenced the ghosts of your own mind.

He crashed his lips onto yours in a deep wet kiss, forcing you to taste the salt of your own tears and the heat of his surrender as he held you through the tremors.

You kissed him back with every single ounce of energy left in your trembling frame, your arms wrapped so tightly around his neck that your knuckles were white.

You felt raw, every nerve ending on the surface of your skin singing with a terrifyingly beautiful sensitivity, even the weight of his chest against yours felt like an intense electric pressure.

Spencer didn't pull away, instead he began to move with a slow agonizingly shallow rhythm just enough to keep the friction alive and prolong the waves of your orgasm, making the pleasure sustained by his deliberate possessive movements.

"Don't... hahh... don't ever… leave me," you whispered against his mouth, your breath hitching. "Stay... stay right here."

"I’m right here love," he promised, his voice a low vibration you could feel in your very soul. "I’m not going anywhere… we’re finally together baby.”

Spencer let out a long shuddering exhale, his chest collapsing heavily against yours before he finally shifted his weight. With a slow unsteady effort that made his muscles tremble he pulled out of you.

A broken whimper escaped your lips at the sudden loss of his fullness and Spencer immediately leaned down capturing your mouth in a series of deep reassuring kisses, soft wet collisions that tasted of salt and the frantic heat of your shared breaths.

He couldn't seem to stop kissing you, his lips moving to your jaw, your temple and down to the pulse point on your neck as if he needed to constantly taste you to believe he was here with you.

Breathless, he reached over to the nightstand, blindly grabbing a handful of tissues. He dropped back down between your thighs, his long fingers parting you with an intense quiet focus.

"Let me clean you up baby," he rasped, his voice still ruined and deep. He began to wipe you down with slow agonizingly gentle strokes, catching the slick mixture of your release and his own.

His hand was shaking slightly, his thumb occasionally brushing over your swollen hypersensitive clit, making your hips twitch instinctively against the mattress.

He was so meticulous, treating your body like something sacred that he had almost lost, tracking every swipe of the tissue with his dark unblinking eyes.

Once he finished, he tossed the tissues aside and hauled you straight into his arms. He pulled the heavy duvet up over both of you, tucking the fabric around your shoulders to shield you from the cool air of the room. He rolled onto his back and dragged you completely on top of him, tangling his long legs with yours, pinning you to his chest under the covers.

His skin was damp and cooling, his heart hammering a steady powerful rhythm against your ribs. It was a solid grounding reality.

As the silence of the room settled over you, the sheer weight of having him back completely crushed your chest making a tiny choked sob break from your throat.

Spencer stiffened instantly beneath you, his entire body going rigid as stone.

"Hey! hey baby, what is it?" He panicked, his hands immediately flying to your face. He cupped your cheeks, forcing your head up so he could search your eyes in the dim light, his expression fracturing into pure terror. "Did I hurt you? Sweetheart, look at me, did I go too rough? Tell me where it hurts, I’m sorry, I-"

"No, no," you cried softly, the tears finally spilling over your eyelashes and wetting his fingers. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders. "You didn't hurt me... I swear you didn't."

"Then why are you crying baby?" He murmured, his voice cracking with a raw agonizing worry as he smoothed your damp hair back from your forehead, his own chest heaving. "Talk to me please."

"I just... I missed you so much," you sobbed out, the words tearing from your chest as you held onto him with a white knuckled grip. "Those long days… while you were away, I thought I was going crazy… I'm just so glad you're real, I'm so glad you're finally home."

Spencer let out a jagged broken breath, a sound of pure relief and fierce protective sorrow. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so hard against his chest that it almost stole the air from your lungs, burying his face in your wet hair.

"Baby you scared the hell out of me," he choked out, his voice thick with a mix of pride and desperate hunger as he rocked you tightly under the covers. "I'm here... I'm right here, I’m never leaving you alone again… and I'm never letting you out of my sight. Just cry baby, I've got you, I'm staying forever."

He continued to stroke your hair, his large warm palms moving in soothing rhythmic circles down your back. He pressed deep lingering kisses into your crown, holding you in the quiet warm cocoon of the duvet until your gentle tears finally slowed into quiet sleepy sighs.

The bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit was unusually quiet, the heavy silence broken only by the low hum of the fluorescent lights and the rhythmic scratching of Spencer’s pen.

The rest of the team had finally drifted out, exhausted after a grueling three day geographic profiling case that had left everyone running on fumes.

Hotch had dropped the final mountain of federal case files -post mortem reports and bureaucratic standard operating procedures- onto the central table with a heavy sympathetic sigh, quietly asking Spencer if he could handle sorting the cross references by morning.

Spencer hadn't even hesitated, he had just offered a tired genuinely sweet smile, adjusted his satchel and quietly gathered the massive stack of folders.

You sat at your desk across the bullpen, your jaw tight as you watched him carry the heavy load back to his desk.

It felt so incredibly unfair, the rest of the team completely relied on Spencer's inability to say no to a cognitive puzzle. He was always the one cleaning up the administrative mess because his brain physically couldn't let an unsolved or disorganized file rest.

You wanted to say something, to snap at the universe for taking advantage of his good nature but you kept your mouth shut. You just watched him trudge into his glass walled office, looking every bit the self sacrificing genius everyone took for granted.

A little while later, you walked toward his office. Through the glass, you saw he wasn't trying to look composed anymore.

He was slumped back in his chair, his slender frame practically swallowed by the seat, staring at the mountain of paperwork with a look of pure quiet exhaustion, his fingers were pressed to his temples, looking completely overwhelmed.

You pushed the door open without knocking.

"Spencer?"

He jumped, his misaligned glasses nearly sliding off his nose as he scrambled to sit up straight, accidentally knocking a highlighter off his desk.

"Oh! Hey! Uh... hi! I... I didn't see you there, just... getting a head start on the geographic data and the cross logistics, very... very statistically engaging stuff."

"You’re a terrible liar Dr. Reid," you said, closing the heavy glass door firmly behind you.

You walked over to his desk but you didn't take the spare chair, instead you sat right on the edge of the desk, leaning back on your hands. You moved slowly, deliberately crossing your legs so that your skirt slid up your thighs, exposing a lot more skin than was strictly professional for a federal office.

Spencer’s eyes dropped instantly and he froze.

You saw the prominent apple of his throat move as he swallowed hard, a bright unmistakable shade of pink started creeping up his neck to his cheeks and his hands -which were resting on a file- twitched nervously.

"Is... is there a specific behavioral query you have?" He asked, his voice a full octave higher than usual. He was trying so hard to force his eyes up to meet your face but his gaze kept darting helplessly back down to your exposed legs.

"I think the question is… what do you need?" You teased, leaning forward so you were invading his personal space, the scent of your perfume cutting through the stuffy office air. "You look like you’re about to drown in these files. Why did you tell Hotch you’d handle all of this alone?"

"Well, mathematically speaking, my reading speed is twenty thousand words per minute with a ninety eight percent retention rate, so objectively, it’s the most efficient distribution of labor," Spencer stammered, his eyes finally meeting yours, looking utterly dazed. "I just... I want to be helpful to the team, it’s the logical thing to do."

"Is it logical to let yourself get stepped on?" You countered, your voice dropping to a low flirtatious hum. "You’re too nice Spencer, it drives me crazy."

Spencer let out a nervous breathless laugh, his fingers frantically twisting his pen. "Does it? I... I didn't realize my organizational compliance was a catalyst for... for cognitive provocation."

"It's not the compliance," you whispered, reaching out to toy with the corner of the folder right next to his hand, your fingers brushing against his skin. "It's the fact that you’re sitting here overwhelmed and you won't ask for help, so I'm offering… let me help you with these."

Spencer looked at the papers then back at you, he looked like he was struggling to form a coherent sentence, the sight of you sitting on his desk, looking at him with heavy lids and a knowing smile was clearly short circuiting his brilliant brain.

"I... I couldn't possibly ask you to stay late in the bureau under these fluctuating fluorescent lights," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Studies show that prolonged exposure to high frequency flickering lights can cause visual fatigue and decrease cognitive focus by up to twelve percent. It's... it's not very fun."

"I agree," you said, leaning even closer. "So let's not stay here, it's loud, bright and the janitorial staff is going to start vacuuming soon. Why don't we take all of this back to your apartment? You can make me some of that ridiculously strong coffee you’re always talking about and we can actually get some work done in peace. What do you think?"

Spencer’s eyes went wide, he looked like a deer in headlights… but a very, very happy deer. "My... my apartment? Oh well... statistically, a familiar residential environment with controlled sensory stimuli would be far more... efficient. The environment would be much more conducive to... productivity."

"Productivity," you repeated, your voice trailing off suggestively. "Exactly."

"Right!" Spencer said, suddenly standing up so fast his lanky legs tangled and he bumped his knee hard against the desk drawer. "Ow... boy... right, let’s... let’s pack up. I have a fresh bag of dark roast from Kenya and... and some cookies, oatmeal raisin, very biochemically sustaining."

He started shoving files into his leather satchel with a frantic clumsy energy, dropping his pen twice and nearly knocking over his desk lamp.

You watched him from the desk, thoroughly amused by how completely flustered he was.

As you and Spencer walked out toward the elevator lobby, the heavy satchel swinging from his shoulder, a voice called out from down the hall.

"Hey! Wait up!"

It was Detective Harris, a local investigator from the field office who had been helping with the case. He was jogging toward you, looking tall, polished and overly confident in his tactical gear. He came to a stop right in front of you, completely ignoring Spencer, his eyes fixed on you with a hopeful arrogant look.

"Hey," Harris said, flashing a charming smile and rubbing the back of his neck. "I was just heading out. It’s late and I thought... maybe I could drive you home? Grab a late night coffee? You know, for safety and... just to unwind after a crazy case?"

Harris’s interest in you had been incredibly obvious all week, he was always hovering around your desk, trying to find excuses to talk to you. He was handsome in a conventional way but he wasn't the man you wanted to spend your night with.

You felt Spencer instantly stiffen beside you, he didn't say a word but he shifted his weight, stepping just a half inch closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours as his presence suddenly felt much heavier, his defensive instincts flaring.

"That’s really sweet of you Detective," you said, giving him a polite apologetic smile. "But I’m actually not going home yet, Spencer and I have some unfinished federal profiles to take care of."

Harris’s face fell instantly, he looked at you then eyed Spencer up and down, taking note of the worn leather satchel. "Oh... work? You’re... you’re doing paperwork at this hour?"

"Supervisors orders," Spencer chimed in, his voice suddenly losing its anxious stammer, instantly regaining that intimidating authority he used when profiling suspects. "We're heading to my apartment to synthesize the geographic data points before the morning briefing, it’s a critical federal deadline. If we don't map the comfort zone of the unsub tonight, the whole perimeter strategy fails."

"Oh," Harris mumbled, his shoulders slumping under his tactical vest. "Right... the profile... yeah, I forgot how intense you bureau guys are. Well... I guess I’ll just... head out then."

"Have a safe drive Detective," you said kindly.

"Yeah, you too," he muttered, sounding completely dejected as he turned on his heel and started trudging toward the exit.

Spencer waited until Harris was safely around the corner and the elevator doors slid open before he let out a long shaky breath, the sharp protective FBI facade cracked just a little as he stepped into the elevator with you, looking down at his feet.

"Was that... was that okay?" He asked, his voice dropping into a shy soft register. "I didn't mean to be... overbearing, I just... I didn't want him to think we weren't being completely serious."

"It was perfect Spencer," you said softly, reaching out to briefly squeeze his arm. "Now come on, I’m ready to see this 'highly efficient' apartment of yours."

Spencer beamed at you, his face flushing a violent pink all over again as the elevator descended. "Right... my car is in the lower lot, I... I hope you like your coffee strong."

The drive to Spencer’s apartment was a masterclass in suppressed energy, he kept both hands firmly at ten and two on the steering wheel of his old car, his knuckles white as he navigated the evening traffic with excessive overly cautious focus.

"I hope you don't mind the music," Spencer said, his voice a bit thin as a soft melancholic jazz track drifted through the speakers. "It’s Blind Willie McTell. Studies show that low tempo syncopated blues and early jazz rhythms can help lower cortisol levels and encourage synaptic clarity during high stress cognitive tasks. It keeps the brain from collapsing into a non linear state during data analysis."

"It’s fine Spencer," you said, shifting in your seat. You saw his eyes dart toward your legs for a split second before he forcefully yanked his gaze back to the road, his ears burning a bright red. "I actually find it quite relaxing, though I’m not sure linear is how I’m feeling right now."

Spencer swallowed hard, a deep flush creeping up from beneath his mismatched collar. "Well... almost there, just around this corner. It’s a very quiet neighborhood, low crime rate statistically speaking. Very predictable neighbors."

His apartment was exactly what you expected yet completely intoxicating. When he pushed the door open, the scent of old paper, worn leather, rich coffee grounds and a faint hint of cedar hit you immediately.

There wasn't a corporate immaculate inch to the place, instead towering slightly chaotic stacks of books lined the walls, mismatched antique chairs sat beneath warm dim lamps and his desk was covered in loose journals and pens. It was crowded, academic and deeply personal.

"Make yourself at home," Spencer stammered, fumbling with his keys as he set them into a small brass dish by the door. "I’ll just... I’ll take your coat and then the coffee."

As he darted into the kitchen, you looked around the warm dimly lit room. It was overwhelmingly full of his brilliant mind, a physical reflection of the man who lived there.

"Spencer?" You called out. "Since we have so many victim timelines and geographic maps to get through, maybe we should just spread out on the rug? It’ll be faster than trying to cram all these oversized charts onto that small coffee table."

You heard a sudden loud clatter of a coffee scoop hitting the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

"The... the floor?" Spencer’s voice came back, sounding slightly strangled. "I suppose... yes. From a spatial perspective, the hardwood rug area offers a vastly superior surface area for cross referencing multiple federal files simultaneously. I’ll... I’ll be right out."

You knelt on the plush patterned vintage rug and began pulling the files out of the bag. You sat with your knees pulled up toward your chest, a position that caused your skirt to ride up dangerously high. It left the full length of your thighs and the soft curve of your hips completely exposed to the warm lamplight.

When Spencer walked back into the room carrying two steaming mugs of black coffee, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sound of his breathing changed instantly, it went from the quick nervous rhythm of the car ride to something deeper, heavier and far more ragged.

His hazel eyes locked onto the sheer expanse of bare skin your skirt completely failed to hide. For a long moment he just stood there, the steam from the dark coffee rising around his face, his pupils blowing out so wide behind his glasses that his eyes looked almost entirely black.

"Spencer? The coffee?" You prompted softly, tilting your head.

"Right... yes... caffeine," he managed to choke out, his voice dropping an octave.

He sat down beside you on the rug, much closer than was strictly necessary for a collaborative profiling session. As he handed you the mug, his long slender fingers brushed against yours, the contact was electric. He didn't pull away immediately, instead his thumb lingered against your knuckles for a heartbeat too long, the heat of his skin matching the coffee.

"So," you said, trying to maintain a facade of professionalism as you flipped open a thick folder, leaning in. "The local field office completely skipped these cell tower data dumps. We need to cross reference these ping locations with the victim abduction timelines from last Tuesday."

"Right... Tuesday," Spencer echoed. He wasn't looking at the papers, he was staring intensely at your profile, his gaze tracing the line of your jaw, your neck and your lips. "I agree. Vital... structurally vital data."

For the next twenty minutes, you actually managed to get some work done. You were reading off coordinate numbers and he was marking them down in his neat cramped hyper precise handwriting but the tension between you was a physical suffocating weight.

Every time you reached for a map, your arms brushed, every time he leaned over to look at a data point, his shoulder pressed firmly against yours.

He was becoming bolder, his movements less clumsy and far more deliberate. He would "accidentally" let the back of his hand rest against your bare thigh as he reached for a red marker or his fingers would graze your waist as you both leaned in over the same page, his body heat radiating through his cotton shirt.

"I can't find the medical examiner's report for the third victim," you muttered, leaning forward over the scattered sea of documents.

As you reached across the rug to sift through a pile of maps, you leaned low, the neckline of your blouse falling away from your chest. It provided Spencer with a direct, completely unobstructed view. You stayed like that for a long torturous moment, pretending to be deeply invested in finding a piece of paper.

Beside you, Spencer made a sound, a low pained groan that he tried and failed to mask with a rough cough. He suddenly shifted his weight, pulling one of his long legs up and adjusting the way he was sitting on the floor, clearly trying to hide the undeniable prominent evidence of his arousal that was straining hard against his trousers.

"Did you... did you find it?" He asked, his voice was no longer that of the anxious genius, it was a deep gravelly rasp that sent a white hot shiver straight down your spine.

"Not yet," you whispered, slowly turning your head to look at him. Your faces were inches apart now, your breath warm against his cheek. "Maybe it's at the bottom of the pile Spencer. Do you want to help me look?"

Spencer didn't even pretend to look down at the papers, he was staring directly at your mouth, his chest heaving heavily under his starched button down shirt.

"I think," he rasped, his eyes burning into yours, "that I am experiencing a total cognitive overload… I am completely distracted."

Spencer was no longer looking at the reports, the polite clumsy boy from the bullpen was flickering out like a dying candle and the intense possessive mind of a profiler was rushing in to fill the dark space.

"What is distracting you Spencer?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background. You let your gaze drop deliberately to his lips -slightly parted and trembling just a fraction- before dragging your eyes back up to meet his dark blown out stare.

"Maybe because," Spencer rasped, his voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a heavy vibration in the floorboards beneath you, "my mind is currently occupied with a highly detailed list of exactly what I want to do to you."

A thrill of pure heat shot through your core as you leaned in even closer, the tips of your noses almost touching, your breaths mingling in the tiny charged space between you.

"And what is it you want to do to me Dr. Reid?”

He didn't answer with words, his mouth slammed into yours with a desperate starving intensity that made your head tilt back. He tasted like rich dark coffee and raw suppressed hunger, his tongue pushing past your lips, deep and demanding, as if his hyper fixated brain was trying to memorize the exact chemical taste of you in a single go.

You let out a muffled moan against his mouth, your hands flying up to grip his hair, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single atom of air left between you.

When he finally pulled back to breathe, he didn't let you go. His face was deeply flushed, his glasses completely discarded on the rug and his eyes were dark with a terrifyingly sharp predatory focus.

Without a word, he grabbed your waist, his fingers sinking into your skin and hauled you up and over until you were straddling his lap.

The friction of your thighs against his made your breath hitch, you could feel the hard thick ridge of his arousal pressing directly against you through the fabric of his trousers.

Spencer leaned into your ear, his lips grazing your lobe, his voice a lethal articulate whisper that had completely lost its stutter.

“I’ve been analyzing your micro expressions all evening," he murmured, his hot breath sending a shiver straight down your spine. "And I’ve come to the conclusion that this blouse is unnecessary. I think we need to remove it immediately. We wouldn't want any irrelevant variables getting in the way of our progress would we?"

You let out a shaky wet laugh, your head falling back as he started to trail biting bruising kisses down the sensitive line of your neck. "Is that so Dr. Reid? And what does the profiler suggest we do next?"

"The profiler," Spencer groaned, his teeth nipping sharply at the skin of your collarbone, "suggests a completely hands on behavioral assessment. I want to conduct a thorough analysis of every single inch of you… I want to observe exactly how loud your vocal cords can get when I completely shatter your restraint."

He didn't give you time to respond before his mouth was back on yours even more violently than before, it was a rough messy exchange of heat and saliva. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, his lips never leaving yours for more than a second to gasp for air.

"I've spent the last six hours in that bullpen memorizing the exact millisecond your breathing hitches when my shoulder brushes yours," he rasped against your lips, his voice dropping into a filthy authoritative growl. "And now that I have you here… I’m going to make sure you’re making those same pathetic broken little noises for me all night long."

You let out a broken moan, your fingers clutching at the lapels of his shirt as you arched your back into him, yielding completely. "Yes... please Spencer... I don't want to think about anything but you."

"Good," he hissed, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. "Because I don't intend to let your brain process anything else."

His hands were everywhere. One was tangled deeply in your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access while his other hand slid down to your thigh, his palm hot against your bare skin as he squeezed, his long fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled your hips even tighter against his groin.

You didn't stay still, you reached down, your fingers fumbling with his tie and finally ripping it loose and tossing it onto the scattered case files. You moved to his shirt, popping the first few buttons so you could slide your palms inside, feeling the frantic hammering beat of his heart against your hands.

"Spencer," you moaned into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his mouth. "Please..."

"Please what sweetheart?" He rasped, pulling back just an inch, his lips still grazing yours. His voice was a lethal low vibration that made your toes curl. "You need to be specific with what you ask. Do you want me to stop acting like a gentleman? Is that it? Do you want me to show you exactly how rough I can be when I stop holding myself back?"

"Yes," you sobbed, your head thrashing back as his thumb traced the sharp line of your jaw. "Stop being good Spencer... please... just take me."

"Careful what you wish for," he growled, a dark triumphant glint in his blown out eyes. "Because I’ve been waiting a very long time to be very, very bad to you.”

He moved his hands to your waist, his grip firm, bruising and absolutely commanding as he began to shift your weight. He held you tight, guiding your hips to grind down against him in a slow rhythmic circle.

The sensation was overwhelming, every time you pressed down, he let out a choked off sound of praise, his hips bucking up slightly to meet yours.

"That’s it," he rasped against your lips, his voice thick with lust. "So good for me, look at you... so desperate for this. You’re making such a mess of my rug sweetheart."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning your face, taking in your swollen lips and blown out pupils. He looked absolutely unhinged, his control beginning to fray at the edges.

"I’m going to fuckin ruin you," he whispered, a dark promise filled smirk tugging at his mouth. "I’m going to be so thorough that you’ll never be able to focus on anything ever again without thinking about how my tongue feels inside you."

He dived back in, his hand sliding up under your skirt, his long fingers finding the damp lace of your underwear.

You let out a loud piercing moan directly into the kiss, your body arching as he began to move his hips in time with yours, the friction reaching a fever pitch.

"What a filthy whore you are," Spencer rasped, pulling back just enough to look down at where his hand had disappeared beneath your skirt. His voice was no longer anxious, it was sharp, clinical and devastatingly dark. "Soaking through your underwear just because I dropped the polite facade. You’re such a needy, responsive little slut aren't you? So desperate for me to touch every inch of you."

"Yes," you sobbed, the raw intensity of his words sending a fresh hot bolt of arousal straight to your core. Your face was flushed, your breathing coming in shallow desperate hitches. "I’m pathetic for you Spencer... please... I need you."

"I see," he growled, his fingers hooking into the lace and tugging hard. "You’re a complete anomaly to my usual control. A total beautiful little mess... and I’m going to make sure you stay that way all night."

The unfinished case files were scattered all over the floor, forgotten and stepped on as Dr. Spencer Reid finally took exactly what he wanted. His hands -once so careful and gentle with administrative memos- were now firm and demanding as he gripped your hips.

He shifted his weight, sliding one of his thighs directly between yours so you were forced to ride high on his leg. The friction was immediate and staggering, you let out a sharp broken cry, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

"Not so fast," Spencer rasped, his voice sounding like gravel as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, teasing the entrance to your mouth. "If you cum like a good girl for me, I’ll give you exactly what you want… but you have to earn it."

He didn't wait for an answer before his mouth crashed back onto yours, it was a rough tongue heavy kiss that tasted like pure desperation. His hands moved to the buttons of your blouse but he wasn't being gentle, he was clumsy in his haste, nearly ripping the fabric as he shoved it off your shoulders.

When he moved to the clasp of your bra, his long fingers made short work of it. His eyes darkened to a near black as your chest was finally exposed to the cool air of his apartment and his heated gaze.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his brilliant voice cracking slightly. "Absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful."

"Spencer... please," you whimpered, your skin prickling under the weight of his intense stare. You reached for him, your fingers trembling as they grazed his forearms, your body humming with a desperate need.

"What do you want?" He rasped, his voice dropping into a lethal low register. "Do you want me to keep looking? Or do you want me to finally start the hands-on portion of this assessment?"

He didn't even wait for your answer. Before you could get a single word past your swollen lips, he leaned down, his mouth replacing his gaze. He claimed you with a sudden hungry intensity, his tongue swirling around the peak of your breast as his hand squeezed your waist, pinning you firmly against his thigh.

"Ah hah!~... Spencer!... Please!” You moaned, the contact was electric as he began to show you exactly how much he had been holding back all week.

He grabbed your waist and began to move you roughly against his thigh, the fabric of his trousers provided the perfect agonizing resistance.

You arched your back, your head falling back as a loud involuntary moan tore from your throat.

"I need an answer," Spencer murmured, his lips moving down to the sensitive column of your throat. "Who does this body belong to while we’re working late? Tell me."

You couldn't say a word, you were too far gone, your brain turned to absolute mush by the sensation of him moving you.

Suddenly he stopped, he went completely still, holding you firmly so you couldn't grind against him anymore. The sudden loss of friction felt like a physical blow.

"I didn't hear a word," he said, his voice dropping into that strict lecture-like tone he used when defending a thesis. He reached up, his thumb and forefinger finding your nipple and giving it a sharp punishing pinch.

"Ah!~... Spencer!" you gasped, your eyes snapping open.

"Answer me," he commanded, his hazel eyes boring into yours with total authority. "Who do you belong to right now?"

"Yours," you whimpered, your breath coming in short panicked pants. "Yours Spencer... always yours.”

"Good girl," he growled, as a reward he leaned down and buried his face in your neck, sucking a deep dark mark into the skin right above your collarbone.

You let out a shaky breath and the moment his teeth grazed the mark, he started moving your hips again, even faster than before. The pace was relentless, his hands bruising your waist as he forced you to take the friction of his leg.

You were becoming louder, your moans echoing off the book lined walls of his apartment, a sharp contrast to the quiet academic life he led.

"Tell me how it feels," he said, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "Is the sensory input sufficient? Or do you need more?"

You tried to speak but all that came out was a soft needy whimper as the pleasure began to peak.

Again, he stopped you. He pinned your hips down, denying you the release that was just seconds away.

"I can't take that as an answer sweetheart," he teased, his hand moving up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over the tip he had just pinched. "Stop holding back and tell me what I want to hear... does it feel good having me this close?"

"It feels... it feels too good," you sobbed, reaching down to try and pull him back toward you. "Please Spencer… I’m so close... ahh!~... it’s perfect... don't stop."

"There she is," he whispered, rewarding you by leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth again. He sucked harder this time, his tongue swirling around the peak as he started the rhythm again rougher this time.

The intense grinding of his thigh against you and the sharp heat of his mouth on your skin was completely overwhelming. You couldn't even think straight, let alone hold back.

You were screaming his name, your hands tangled in his brown hair, pulling him closer.

"Look at you," Spencer rasped, pulling back for a split second to catch his breath, his eyes dark and blown out, his hair completely wild. "Look at how desperate you are for me right now... absolutely begging for it.”

"Spencer... ah hah!~... please…” you sobbed, your back arching off the rug as he ground his leg upward again. "It feels... ngh!~... it feels too much!"

"It’s not enough," he countered, his voice a low hum. "Tell me, do you like how pathetic you look right now? With your blouse hanging off your arms and your legs wide open for me?"

"I love it... ahh!~... I fuckin love it Spencer!" You cried out, your nails scratching against his shoulders. "I've wanted... hahh!~... I've wanted you to see me like this for so long!"

"I know," he groaned, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate... so incredibly loud... you’re so close aren't you?"

"Yes!... Ahh!~... I'm so close!..."

Your voice was becoming a series of broken high pitched keens as the tension reached a snapping point. You were grinding your hips down onto his thigh with a frantic rhythmic energy, your eyes squeezed shut.

"That's it... give it all to me," he rasped, his own breathing coming in heavy ragged gasps as he felt the tremors starting to take over your body. "Show me how much you need this… cum for me, come on."

The friction hit that final jagged point of no return. You cried out, your entire body shuddering as the climax crashed over you, your muscles squeezing tight against his leg in a series of rhythmic helpless spasms.

"Good girl," Spencer groaned, his voice a deep vibrating rasp against your collarbone as he felt the heat of your release soaking into his trousers.

"Hngh~... Spencer..." you sobbed, your head falling against his shoulder, your fingers still locked in his hair as the waves of pleasure continued to pulse through you. "Was I... was I good for you..."

"The best," he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder as he left a deep dark mark there. "I think you’ve earned a real reward for this."

Spencer didn't stop moving you until the very last tremor subsided, his mouth never leaving your skin, marking you over and over again as his own.

"You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he murmured, his tone softening just a fraction as he gathered you up into his arms. He pulled you tight against his chest, tucking your head under his chin as he let you come down from the overwhelming high of the climax.

The silence that followed your climax was heavy, broken only by the sound of your frantic wet breaths and the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall that felt far too sensible for the state of the room.

Spencer looked down at his lap, a large dark patch of dampness having soaked completely through the fabric of his trousers where you had cum.

"Look at this," Spencer rasped, his voice dropping into a sharp feigned sternness that made your skin prickle. "Look at what a mess you made, a complete disaster sweetheart. You’ve completely ruined a perfectly good pair of trousers."

You let out a shaky breathless laugh as you reached up, your fingers trembling as you brushed a stray lock of brown hair from his forehead before trailing your hand slowly down to his lips.

"I’m so sorry Spencer," you whispered, your voice still thick with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "How can I possibly make it up to you?"

As you spoke, you ran your palm down the front of his trousers, centering it right over the massive pulsing bulge that was straining hard against his zipper. You felt him jump, a sharp low hiss of air escaping his teeth.

"Do you have something specific in mind?" Spencer asked, his voice cracking as he reached down, his hand wrapping around your wrist. He didn't pull you away, instead he squeezed tight and started moving your hand, forcing you to rub him harder. "Because this… this is a very serious problem we need to fix right now."

"I have a few ideas," you murmured, your breath hitching as you bit your lip, watching the way his usual composure was completely fraying at the edges.

Spencer didn't say a word, he simply gripped your waist and lifted you, shifting his weight until he was sitting back on the couch behind him. His legs spread wide as he looked at you, his chest heaving heavily, his tie hanging completely loose around his unbuttoned collar.

"Well?" He prompted, his voice a gravelly low command. "Will you be a good girl and get me out of these? It's getting way too tight in here."

You knelt between his legs, your knees sinking deep into the patterned rug. Your hands flew to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in your haste. You were just as hungry as he was, your own body still humming with a shameless desperate need to see him lose that proper intellectual exterior completely.

You slid the zipper down, the sound incredibly loud in the quiet room and reached inside to free his throbbing hard cock from the suffocating fabric.

He was fully and agonizingly hard, the skin dark and flushed with a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.

"Don't just stare at it sweetheart," Spencer groaned, his head falling back. "I’ve spent all day thinking about exactly how your mouth would feel on me. Are you really going to keep me waiting?"

You leaned in, letting out your tongue to give the very tip a slow filthy lick, tasting the salt and the intense heat of him.

Spencer’s hand shot out, tangling deeply in your hair. He didn't pull you away, he gripped the back of your head, his knuckles turning white.

"None of that teasing," he growled, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "Take it... all of it."

You chuckled, a low vibration against his skin, thoroughly amused by how quickly he was losing his patience.

"Yes Spencer," you whispered, your voice shaking as you looked up at him through your lashes, completely exposed beneath his gaze. "I'll be a good girl and do whatever you want."

"God... you're a menace," Spencer groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as he tilted your head back further. "Stop talking and prove it."

You opened your mouth and took him in, the heat of him filling you instantly. As your lips closed around his length, you let out a deep moan, the sound completely muffled by his throbbing shaft.

"Oh fuck… yes," Spencer breathed, his hips bucking up off the couch instinctively. "Just like that... such a focused little whore aren't you? So damn good."

He began to move his hand in your hair, guiding the rhythm of your head. He wasn't being gentle, he was directing you exactly how he wanted it, his movements rhythmic, demanding and intensely focused.

Every few seconds, just as you were getting into a perfect flow, he would yank you back by your hair, forcing you to pull away so he could look down into your dazed watery eyes.

"Tell me," he rasped, his voice a filthy whisper. "Is this exactly what you wanted? Answer me."

"Yes," you panted, your lips glistening in the dim lamplight. "Please Spencer… I want to make you feel good.”

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with unadulterated lust. "Such a talented mouth... I should have done this months ago."

He pushed you back down, deeper this time, his hips meeting your face with a rough needy force. He was taking his time, deliberately slowing his rhythm whenever he felt himself getting too close, determined to make it last as long as possible.

He would pull you away again, his long thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, dragging the moisture across your skin.

"Look at you... kneeling there like it’s your only purpose," Spencer rasped, his voice dropping into that dark heavy growl that made your stomach completely flip. "You’re so eager to please me aren't you? Just a helpless little thing who can’t wait to get her mouth on me.

The absolute intensity of his words hit you like a physical wave, the heat between your legs intensifying until you were practically vibrating against the floor. You leaned into his touch, your eyes blown wide and glassy.

"Yes... I’m yours Spencer... I want to be your little mess... please... just let me have more."

"Good girl," he hissed, his grip on your hair tightening for a brief sharp second before he guided you back down.

You opened your mouth wide, taking him back in with a needy wet sound. This time you were more confident, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you began to bob your head in a steady perfect pace.

You reached down, your hand wrapping tightly around the base of his shaft -the part your mouth couldn't reach- and began to stroke him in sync with your throat.

The combination was devastating for him. You could feel the lean muscles in his thighs jumping, his breath coming in jagged broken hitches as your hand and mouth worked together to milk every bit of sensation from his body.

You moved your head deeper, the back of your throat hitting the ridge of him as you hummed, a deep vibrating moan that echoed all the way through his core.

"God... ngh~..." Spencer groaned, his head falling back hard against the couch cushions. "You’re... you’re going to fuckin ruin me... such a... such a good little thing."

Just as he was reaching that edge of no return, he reached down and firmly pulled you back by your hair, forcing you to release him.

You let out a soft protestive whimper, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening tip.

He leaned forward, his chest heaving as he brushed a stray lock of hair off your sweaty face with a surprisingly tender touch that contrasted sharply with the predatory darkness in his eyes. He let you take a few frantic gasping breaths, his intense gaze never leaving yours.

"Are you going to be a good girl and swallow every single drop for me?" He asked, his hazel eyes burning into yours with total possession. "I want to feel your throat swallowing it down… say it."

"I'll swallow it all," you whispered, leaning back in to take him again, your heart pounding. "I won't waste a single drop."

"Good... nghh!~... such a good obedient girl for me," Spencer groaned, his head falling back against the sofa cushions as his hips began to surge forward instinctively. "Fuck... your mouth... it’s so good sweetheart... nggh!~... right there... keep doing that."

He started to move with a sudden desperate hunger, his long hands guiding your head as he began to thrust his hips. Each movement was deep, purposeful and intense, he wanted to feel the very back of your throat and the tight wet heat of you surrounding him completely.

Spencer was no longer talking in full sentences, his vocabulary dissolving into broken guttural sounds of praise and raw demand.

"That’s... that's it... ahh hah~... t-take it all," he gasped, his voice a ragged broken thread. "I’m... hah~... I’m so close... don’t stop... fuck... your eyes... looking at me like that while... while you take me... so beautiful."

You let out a muffled moan, your hands moving to his thighs to steady yourself as you increased the suction, your tongue working frantically to keep up with his relentless pace.

"You’re... you’re going to… to be the absolute… death of me," Spencer choked out, his fingers digging into your hair as he finally broke.

His entire body went rigid, his lean muscles straining as he delivered several deep pulsing thrusts into your mouth, filling you with every drop of the release he had promised.

You stayed true to your word, your throat working rhythmically as you swallowed every drop of him, the intense heat of his release filling you up completely.

When he finally slumped back against the couch, you didn't pull away immediately. You pulled back just enough to look at him then leaned in to pepper his cock with gentle small kisses, starting from the base and working your way back to the tip.

"Beautiful," Spencer whispered, his hand resting softly on your head now, his voice full of a warm profound affection. "Absolutely incredible sweetheart. I think... I think we might have to do this every night."

Before the haze could even begin to clear from your head, his long hands were under your arms, hauling you up from the rug with surprising effortless strength and placing you onto the cushions of his couch.

You landed with a soft huff, your hair splayed out wildly against the fabric. You looked up at him with wide blown out eyes, your chest still heaving, your lips swollen and glistening from the effort of pleasing him.

Spencer leaned over you but instead of the harsh demand from moments before, he reached down and took your hand in his. He brought your knuckles to his lips, lingering there with a soft reverent kiss that sent a completely different kind of shiver down your spine.

“Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low warm hum of pure appreciation. "Absolutely breathtaking... you did a perfect job for me... truly incredible."

"Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sat at my desk, watching you walk across the room, imagining exactly this?" Spencer murmured against your skin, his voice dropping into a soft hum as he pressed a warm kiss just beneath your jaw.

He moved up slowly, his hands coming up to gently frame your face, his thumbs wiping away the flush on your cheeks before his mouth met yours in a soft deeply tender kiss.

There was no rush now, he just held you close, parting his lips to deepen the kiss with a slow sweet warmth that made your chest ache with affection.

You let out a soft breathy moan into his mouth, your hands tangling into the soft curls at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer. The heat between you was gentle and completely enveloping, making you feel entirely safe and cherished in his arms.

When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't pull away, his forehead resting lightly against yours so you could share the same warm breath. He looked down at you with a soft, incredibly sweet smile, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners with pure adoration.

"Look at you," he whispered, his thumb gently smoothing over your bottom lip, which was soft and glistening from his kisses. "You are so perfect for me... I'm the luckiest man alive just getting to hold you like this.”

"You're... you're making me lose my mind Spencer," you breathed, your voice breaking into a needy whimper as your hands clutched at his forearms, trying to pull his weight back down toward you. "Please... I don't want to think... I need you so bad... please..."

Hearing your plea, the soft smile faded from Spencer's lips, replaced by a sudden sharp intake of breath.

You could feel the exact moment his gentle restraint snapped, his grip on your forearms tightened, his chest heaving heavily against yours as a wave of pure unfiltered desperation took over his features.

"You're killing me," he gasped out, his voice cracking slightly as he buried his face back into the crook of your neck, his kisses became fast, hot and breathless, trailing frantically up your jawline as if he couldn't get close enough to you. "I can't be gentle, I try... but I need to be closer... I need all of you right now.”

He began to trail hot wet demanding kisses down your body, his breath hot against your stomach as your clothes were slowly being undone.

He dropped to the floor, kneeling between your legs. With a swift efficient movement, he reached out and stripped you of your skirt and underwear, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.

He started at your inner thighs, peppering desperate open mouthed kisses all over the sensitive skin. He bit you, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a stinging heat that made your toes curl into the cushions.

"You’re so responsive aren't you?" He chuckled, a dark low sound that vibrated intensely against your inner thigh. "So eager to be fucked."

He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap up the evidence of your previous orgasm, his movements slow, deliberate and thorough as he ran his tongue along your folds, exploring every inch of you with an intense obsessive focus.

You moaned louder, your hips beginning to move involuntarily as the pleasure started to build again, faster than before.

Suddenly Spencer pulled back, he looked up at you from between your legs, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the living room.

"Listen to me very carefully," he commanded, his voice sharp and utterly unyielding. "If I ever ask you a question, if I ever demand an answer and you don't give it to me immediately, I will stop, I will pull back and I will leave you exactly like this. Do you understand?"

"Yes!... hahh~... yes please Spencer... just don't stop," you cried out, your hands reaching down for his shoulders.

"Good girl," he whispered, a dark satisfied smirk crossing his face. "Such a perfect obedient toy for me."

He leaned back down, his focus entirely consumed by the heat between your thighs. His tongue found your center with a desperate heavy intensity, tracing your folds with long deliberate strokes before centering his attention right where you needed it most.

The steady relentless friction was overwhelming, driving you crazy as your hips began to lift off the cushions instinctively.

Just as the sensation reached a fever pitch and you felt like you couldn't handle another second, Spencer shifted his weight. He let out a low groan against your skin, sliding two long fingers smoothly inside your tight heat.

The sudden deep stretch of him filling you after so much teasing made your breath leave you in a long broken scream, your fingers locking tightly into his hair as your body tried to adjust to the new fullness.

"You're so tight sweetheart," he rasped, his voice muffled by your heat as he began to hook his fingers upward, finding the sensitive spot inside you with exact precision. "Is this where you want me to touch? You're absolutely desperate for this aren't you?"

He began to apply a rhythmic heavy pressure, his knuckles rubbing against you in a firm merciless motion that sent white hot sparks behind your eyelids. Every time his fingers hit that exact spot, your hips jerked off the couch instinctively, trying to impale yourself further on his hand.

"Spencer!... Yes!... Ah-hahh!~... right there!... It... it feels so good!" You sobbed, your fingers digging into the fabric of the couch until your nails threatened to rip the leather. "Please... don't stop... I'm going to cum... Ahhh!..."

"I'm not stopping," he growled, increasing the speed of his fingers, his thumb coming down to pin your clit with a bruising force that matched the internal pounding. "I want to feel exactly how you fall apart when I use you like that."

You felt your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers, trying to milk him while your body finally betrayed every single ounce of restraint you had left.

You let out a high broken scream that echoed through the room, your back arching so sharply that only your heels and shoulders touched the couch cushions. You were shaking uncontrollably, your internal muscles spasming in tight rhythmic waves around his fingers as a second even more violent climax ripped entirely through you.

Spencer didn't pull away, he kept his fingers buried deep, mimicking the intense pulsing of your release and let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated heavily against your sensitive skin.

"Look at that," he rasped, pulling his face back just enough to observe the way your thighs were still uncontrollably twitching. "All that polite talk before and here you are... sobbing and leaking all over my furniture like a broken toy. You really are an incredibly desperate little thing aren't you?"

"Yes... ahh-hah!~..." You sobbed, your eyes rolling back as the aftershocks continued to roll through you. You felt completely exposed, your face burning with a mix of vulnerability and intense lingering heat. "I'm... I'm your toy Spencer... please... I can't even move..."

"Good," he smirked, his hazel eyes tracking the frantic way your chest heaved. "I didn't give you permission to move… I am not even close to being done with you.”

"Spencer... ah haah!~... please," you sobbed, your hands reaching out blindly to find his broad shoulders, your voice a thin, shaky thread of desperation. "I'm already... I'm so sens-... AH!... SPENCER!"

He didn't let you finish, before the word " sensitive” could fully leave your lips, he dived back down, his tongue flickering against your swollen pulsing clit with sudden sharp precision.

He was entirely relentless as he began to suck your sensitive clit into his mouth, creating a tight rhythmic vacuum that made your vision go entirely white.

His tongue was a firm muscular weight pushing against you, flickering over the most sensitive nerve endings with a dizzying speed.

Every single time you tried to pull away from the overwhelming agonizing intensity, his long hands clamped down on your hips like iron bands, pinning you in place so you had to endure every single flicker and swirl.

"Ngh-hah!~... Please!" You begged him, your head thrashing from side to side against the fabric. “Spencer!... It hurts…”

He completely ignored your pleas, his tongue flat and heavy as he licked upward then used the very tip to circle the center of your heat in a way that felt like he was carving his name directly into your skin. You were a shivering sobbing mess beneath him, your body completely at the mercy of his mouth.

"Tell me how it feels," he prompted, his voice a muffled vibration against your soaked skin.

You were entirely lost, your head thrashing against the cushions. "It... it feels incredible!... nghh~... Please... harder!"

"Harder? Is that an order sweetheart?" He stopped for a fraction of a second, his teeth grazing your inner thigh in a sharp punishing bite. "I don't take orders here, I set the rules. Now tell me exactly how it feels."

"I... ahhh~... I love it!" You screamed, your hips grinding down onto his mouth with a frantic uncoordinated desperation. "It feels... ngh~... so good... Fuck!... Please Spencer... ahh~... please... don't stop!... I'm so close again!... I’m begging you!"

He didn't give you another second to breathe. Driven over the edge by your begging, he dived back in with a dizzying rhythmic speed. He focused entirely on the sensitive peak of your heat, his strokes becoming faster and more relentless until the sheer intensity of the friction made your vision fragment into white spots.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tongue sweeping over you again in a long devastating stroke. "And do you like being worked over like this? Are you about to cum for me again?"

"Yes!... Ahhh!~... I'm right there!... hnghh~... Spencer... please! It's too much... ahh~... I'm going to... I'm close!... Please!"

He didn't need another word, he doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers pushing into you with a rough demanding pace.

Every time you tried to close your legs, he shoved them wider, pinning your knees back with his shoulders so he had a completely unobstructed view of how he was ruining you.

"Keep them open sweetheart," he growled, his voice a dark vibrating rasp against your soaking skin. "Tell me... who owns this mess? Who are you begging for right now?"

"Spencer... ahh-haah~... please!" You sobbed, your head thrashing against the cushions.

He stopped instantly, the sudden lack of friction was a physical blow, leaving you suspended on a jagged agonizing edge.

"I don't like when you don't answer me," he hissed, his eyes dark, intense and focused as he looked up at you. "I asked you a question. Who owns you?"

"You!.. hngh~... you do!" You screamed, your hips bucking upward in a desperate frantic search for his mouth.

"Good girl," he murmured, diving back in with a punishing heavy lick that made you let out a strangled scream. He was relentless, his tongue swirling around your clit while his fingers hammered into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

The overstimulation reached a fever pitch. Your vision went blurry, white spots dancing behind your eyelids as a new, even more violent wave of pleasure began to swell. You were grinding your teeth, your voice reduced to a high continuous keen that echoed off the walls of his flat.

"Spencer!... I'm... Ahh!~... I’m cumming!... I’m... ngh~... I’m cumming!" You cried out, the tears finally spilling over as the sheer intensity of his tongue became too much to bear.

You weren't just sobbing, you were frantic. Your hands locked onto the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as you pushed him even deeper against your heat.

You were begging for mercy and demanding more all at once, your heels digging into his shoulders as you tried to consume his entire mouth.

"That's it... that's my girl," Spencer whispered, his dirty talk a constant filthy hum against your folds. "Look at how much you're leaking for me. You're so loud sweetheart... you're so beautifully, shamelessly loud."

Spencer didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed between your trembling thighs, his tongue moving in slow rhythmic laps to collect every bit of the slick sweet evidence of your release.

Even as you sobbed and shook, he kept his mouth right there, drinking you in, his tongue never wavering until the very last twitch of your muscles subsided.

"Spencer... it's... it’s too much!" you pleaded, your fingers locking into his hair as you tried to pull him closer and push him away all at once, your body completely overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the release.

"You’ve been a very, very good girl," he praised, giving your center one final lingering kiss that made your hips twitch helplessly.

He stood up then, the transition from the lanky academic to this predatory dominant force was absolutely intoxicating. He didn't break eye contact as he stripped off his shirt, the fabric fluttering to the floor to join the scattered papers.

He looked entirely energized, his eyes bright with a lingering deep hunger that made your heart hammer violently against your ribs.

He hovered over you again, the heat radiating off his body was completely overwhelming. He braced his long arms on either side of your head, his shadow swallowing you whole on the couch.

"You're doing so well for me sweetheart," he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing open mouthed kiss. "But we aren't quite finished yet are we? I still have so much more to show you."

"S-Spencer... wait... haah!"

You let out a sharp gasp as he reached down, his long hands hooking under your knees and lifting your thighs until they were wrapped tightly around his waist. The position was incredibly vulnerable and open, leaving you completely at his mercy.

He leaned in, peppering your neck with hot biting kisses, his breath hitching sharply against your skin.

"Be a good girl for me," he rasped, his voice cutting through the quiet room. "Do what I tell you."

Without another word of warning, he aligned himself and pushed his pulsing cock deep inside you in one deep unyielding thrust.

"AAAAHH!... Spencer!... Fuck!"

The scream ripped entirely from your throat as you felt the sheer size of him filling and stretching you open. It was too much and too fast, your head thrashed against the cushions as your body desperately tried to adjust to the sudden heavy intrusion.

"Shhh," Spencer groaned, his own voice breaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Just take it... take all of it... Fuck, you’re so tight... so perfect for me."

He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath as he began to move, his hips hitting yours with a heavy rhythmic thud against the couch. He was entirely relentless, his pace fast, demanding and consuming. His hands dug into your hips to hold you completely steady as he drove himself deep.

"Don't fuckin move," he commanded, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your ear. "Tell me you'll be good... tell me you'll take every inch of me."

"I... I will!... Ah-hah!~... Spencer... please... nghh~... it’s so deep!" You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as your body started to find the rhythm, your senses beginning to sing under the weight of his. "Ahh!~... yes!... Right there!"

"That's it... scream my name," Spencer encouraged, his movements becoming more frantic and more desperate, his quiet facade completely melting into raw guttural grunts of pleasure. "Tell me how it feels to have me inside you like this."

"It feels... hhah~... feels so good!" You sobbed, your voice breaking into a high needy keen as you pulled his face down to yours. You kissed him with a frantic messy hunger, your tongues tangling as you tasted the salt of his skin and the heat of his frantic breath.

Your moans were completely muffled against his lips, vibrating through both of your bodies as he hit that perfect sensitive spot deep inside you with every heavy rhythmic thud of his hips.

You were clinging to him like he was your only lifeline, your nails digging into his back as you tried to pull him even deeper, your body trembling under the sheer weight of his dominance.

"Good girl baby," Spencer groaned, his voice dropping into a lethal low register that sent a fresh jolt of electricity to your core. "Show me how much you need this... cum for me again, come on."

The friction was building rapidly, a white hot tension that threatened to shatter your composure again.

Spencer was still entirely energized, his stamina seemingly endless as he kept up the punishing deep pace, his chest heaving heavily against yours.

"I’m going to... ahh~... I’m going to cum... ngh!~... Spencer! I’m going to... Ah-hah!~..."

"Stay with me," he gasped, his long fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back to look directly into your eyes. "Me too… fuck, me too baby!... Look at me... look at what you're doing to me."

He redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming shallower but incredibly fast, his hips grinding into yours with a frantic desperate energy.

You were both intensely loud, the small living room filled with the sounds of your joined ragged breaths and the wet rhythmic slaps of skin on skin.

"Spencer!... Ah-hah!~... Ngh~... now!... Ahh!~..."

"God... yes!... Hngh!~... Now baby!"

The snap came simultaneously, you let out a long piercing cry as the climax crashed over you, your internal muscles pulsing and clamping down on his length in a series of agonizingly beautiful spasms.

Spencer let out a deep guttural roar, his lean body going completely rigid as he drove himself into you one last time, pinning you firmly to the couch as he came deep inside you.

The sheer force of his release sent a final blinding wave of pleasure through your system, leaving you both trembling violently in the heavy aftermath.

He didn't pull back, he kept moving, his hips still bucking with a lingering desperate need to ensure every drop of his heat was buried deep within you, his weight grounding you completely into the plush fabric of the sofa.

You were both completely spent, your lungs burning as you fought for air, but despite the heavy exhaustion pinning your limbs down, you reached up. Your fingers shaking as you tangled them into the damp messy hair at the nape of his neck, you pulled him down with a weak needy whimper, seeking his mouth one more time.

The kiss was slow, messy and filled with the salt of your shared sweat, a quiet desperate acknowledgment of the absolute madness you had just shared.

You moaned softly into his mouth, a broken breathless sound of pure contentment as he kissed you back with a lingering protective hunger that was far softer than the man who had been breaking your composure only moments ago.

The silence of the apartment was broken only by the frantic thumping of your hearts beating in perfect sync against each other's chests.

"Incredible," he panted, a dark exhausted smirk finally touching his lips as he looked down at you. "Absolutely incredible sweetheart."

He moved with a sudden protective strength, pulling out of you with a soft sigh before gathering you up securely in his arms. He held you tight against his chest, shifting your weights so you were resting comfortably together on the couch.

"You’re okay baby?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a low comforting vibration that rumbled directly against your ear. "I’ve got you, just breathe for me."

You gave a small weak nod against his chest, your muscles feeling like lead. "Yeah..." you managed to whisper, your voice sounding far away and heavy with exhaustion as you leaned more into his chest, seeking the steady grounding thrum of his heart.

"There she is," he whispered, his voice returning to that soft melodic lilt but with a completely new raw layer of affection. "Such a good girl, you did so well for me sweetheart... absolutely perfect."

He reached up to caress your damp hair, smoothing the stray locks away from your face with a tenderness that made it hard to remember the dominant force from moments ago.

He tilted his head down, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your temple, his lips warm and dry against your skin.

“I know I was hard on you. I know I pushed your limits so far... but look at how beautiful you look… you’re such a good girl... my perfect pretty girl."

He pressed another kiss to the corner of your eye, catching a stray tear of overstimulation with his thumb.

After some time, your eyes fluttered open and you looked down at the floor. The case files were truly a disaster, scattered and forgotten after your night together.

"Ready to take a shower and get some sleep?” Spencer whispered against your hair. " I think we really need one right now."

"Yes please," you breathed.

He lifted you easily, carrying your spent frame down the hall to the bathroom.

In the shower, Spencer was incredibly gentle with you. He held you tight against his chest under the warm water, letting the spray sluice between your bodies.

His touch was slow and reverent, keeping you feeling completely safe and cherished even as your eyes traced the lean lines of his chest through the heavy steam.

Once you were clean and warm, he stepped out to grab a towel, drying you off with the same careful meticulous attention he gave to everything else. He walked you to the bedroom and went to his wardrobe and pulled out one of his soft shirts, pulling it over your frame until it hung halfway down your thighs.

He threw on a shirt and a pair of simple lounge pants himself, looking much more like the quiet academic again, though the dark marks on his neck told a completely different story.

"You look so good in my clothes," he rasped, his eyes darkening with a fresh quiet heat. “I might never let you wear your own clothes in this apartment again.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft lingering kiss that tasted of him.

You felt a flutter in your chest, your hands reaching up to weakly grasp the fabric of his shirt as you melted against his lean frame. You let out a small shaky breath against his lips, a tired but happy smile tugging at your mouth as you tucked your head under his chin.

He led you into the bed, the sheets cool and inviting. You collapsed into them, resting your head securely on his shoulder the moment he climbed in beside you, the sheer weight of the day and the night finally catching up to you.

"Spencer?" You asked, your voice trailing off into a yawn as you looked at him. "What is Hotch going to do when we show up at the round table with case files that aren't finished?"

Spencer pulled the heavy duvet up over both of you, tucking you firmly into his side. He let out a soft sleepy huff of a laugh and kissed your temple.

"That my love is a problem for future us," he murmured, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "And I suspect the rest of the team will be far too distracted by the timeline anomalies to look too closely at the state of the paperwork."

He tightened his hold on you, pulling you completely flush against his side. "Good night sweetheart."

You didn't answer, the rhythmic steady thrum of his heartbeat had already lulled your mind into a deep heavy sleep.

The valley night was dead silent, the kind of heavy isolated quiet that only ever settled over Pelican Town after the saloon closed up and the last of the streetlamps flickered out.

Inside Sam’s bedroom, the only illumination came from the warm amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long warped shadows across the cluttered space.

Sam sat cross legged on the center of his mattress, his guitar balanced heavily on his lap, a pencil shoved behind his ear and the bedspread around him was completely buried under a chaotic sea of loose notebook papers, half finished chords and crossed out lyrics.

He scratched at his chin, his blue eyes scanning a line he had written three times already, trying to find the exact words to fit the melody humming in his head. It was a song for you, a track he had been agonizing over for days, trying to capture the exact feeling of having the stubborn valley farmer completely anchored to his heart.

A sharp frantic "tap… tap… tap" shattered the quiet.

Sam flinched, his hand instantly clamping down over the guitar strings to kill the sudden loud hum of the instrument, his eyes darting toward the dark glass of his bedroom window.

For a second he just stared, wondering if a stray branch had caught the pane in the breeze then it came again faster this time, a deliberate impatient rapping that made the glass rattle in its old wooden frame.

A heavy sigh rolled out of his chest, he shook his head, a lopsided knowing grin touching his lips as he carefully slid the guitar off his lap and set it face up on the floor.

"Sebastian," he thought, already preparing a lecture about how late it was and how easily his mom wokes up. His best friend had a habit of taking late night walks to clear his head and more than once, he would use Sam’s window as a pitstop to complain about his family.

Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed, his socks muffling his footsteps against the floorboards as he moved toward the window.

"Dude, it's literally midnight, my mom is going to kill-" he muttered under his breath, unlocked the latch and cracked the heavy pane open.

The words died instantly in his throat, it wasn't Sebastian.

You were standing out there on the narrow ledge, the cool crisp spring air blowing a few stray strands of hair across your face. Your cheeks were dark pink, flushing a deep burning crimson from a hard run down the forest path. Your breath was coming in short ragged pants that misted slightly in the chilly night and your shoulders were hitched high, shivering violently under your jacket.

Sam’s jaw dropped, his blue eyes blowing wide open in absolute unadulterated shock. For a full two seconds his brain completely short circuited, unable to process how the girl he had just been writing a love song about was suddenly shivering on his window sill in the middle of the night.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He whispered loudly, his voice a frantic gravelly hiss of pure panic and disbelief.

Before you could even try to answer, his instincts kicked in. Sam leaned out, his large calloused hands instantly locking around your waist, with a single effortless heave of his broad shoulders, he hoisted your weight off the ledge, pulling you cleanly through the open frame and into the warm sanctuary of his bedroom.

He let your boots hit the floorboards with a soft muted thud, his hands never leaving your hips as he quickly reached past you with one arm to slam the window shut and lock it tight, cutting off the cold valley wind.

You staggered slightly against his chest, your hands automatically flying up to grip the fabric of his soft white shirt for balance. You were still panting, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm right against his ribs.

"I missed you," you breathed out, your voice small, trembling slightly from the cold and the sheer recklessness of what you had just done. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and honest. "You weren't answering your phone, I called you five times."

Sam blinked, his hands sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to his heat.

“My phone?" He repeated, a little dazed, he glanced over his shoulder toward his desk where a corner of black glass was just barely visible beneath a massive pile of discarded song sheets and crumpled papers. It was completely buried, set to silent so he could focus on his music. "Oh shit baby I'm so sorry, I didn't even hear it."

"You're a fuckin idiot," you whispered, your fingers tightening in his shirt, pulling yourself up on your toes. "Just kiss me… I missed you."

Sam didn't need to be told twice, the sheer relief of having you here completely fried whatever caution he had left. He groaned, a low gravelly sound in the back of his throat and slammed his mouth down against yours.

You let out a soft needy whimper, tilting your head back and parting your lips to deepen the contact, forcing your tongue into his mouth with a sudden starving desperation.

Sam’s restraint snapped, his hands locked near the roots of your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands to anchor your head perfectly still as he devoured you.

The kiss turned heavy, wet and utterly sloppy in a matter of seconds, both of you moving too fast, driven by a raw mutual hunger that had been building all week.

Strings of saliva broke between your lips as Sam dragged his mouth away for a fraction of a second, just to catch a ragged breath, only to plunge back in, his tongue sweeping deep, drinking in your taste as if he had been starving for it.

Sam’s hands were still knotted tight in your hair, his mouth grinding hard against yours when he suddenly went completely rigid.

He didn't pull away, he just stopped moving, his chest heaving flat against yours as the heavy sound of his breathing filled the space between your faces. He dragged his mouth back just a fraction of an inch, his lips still brushing yours every time he spoke.

"Shit," he muttered, his voice a low gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against your teeth and inside your open mouth, his eyes darted toward the bedroom door, his entire body tense as iron. "Listen, my mom is literally right outside in the living room watching TV or something, we can't do this right now."

Instead of backing off, you curled your fingers into the collar of his shirt, using every bit of your strength to yank him closer until your hips crashed flush against his, you could feel the hard thick ridge of his erection pressing straight into your stomach through his pants and the sensation made your knees go weak.

"But baby… please," you whispered, your voice breaking as you leaned up to press a desperate wet kiss right under his jaw. You dragged your lips up to his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "It's that time of the month... please Sam."

"Wait what?" He stammered, his voice cracking completely as he looked down at your face, he gripped your waist so hard his fingers dug into your skin. "Are you... are you serious? Do you actually want a baby?"

"No," you whispered quickly, shaking your head against his chest. "Nah ahh I don't."

Sam swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he tried to find his words, his brain completely scrambling under the pressure.

“But… I don't have anything," he muttered, his voice dropping into a rough, panicked whisper. "I don't have any condoms in my room baby, I'm completely out, we can't."

"I have a Plan B at home," you interrupted, your voice breathless but steady as you stared straight into his dark eyes. "I have it at the farmhouse, it's fine."

That was the exact moment Sam's restraint completely snapped.

"Fuck it," he growled, his jaw tightened as a dark possessive look took over his face.

Hearing you say it, hearing the raw dirty permission to just take you right there on his bed without anything between both of you completely fried his nervous system. Any lingering fear of his mother walking down the hall, any thought of being quiet or careful vanished into thin air.

He slammed his mouth down on yours, devouring your lips with a brutal sloppy intensity that cut off any chance you had to scream, his tongue forcing its way deep into your mouth, claiming you before he even touched your clothes.

His lower body kept moving to drive you backward toward the mattress, your boots dragged against the floor until the back of your knees hit the frame of his bed.

Sam didn't hesitate, he leaned his full weight into you, tilting you over until you collapsed flat onto your back on the unmade blankets. The loose song sheets and notebook papers scattered across the bed crumpled loudly beneath your weight, tearing and scattering onto the floorboards.

Sam didn't give a fuck, he followed you down instantly, pinning you into the mattress as he kept his mouth locked onto yours.

The papers were still crunching loudly beneath your back when the floorboards in the hallway groaned.

Sam froze instantly, his mouth still glued to yours, his body turning into a solid block of muscle over yours. His heart was hammering so hard you could feel the heavy erratic thud of it slamming right against your own chest.

Then came the sound, the slow distinct thud of footsteps tracking down the short hallway right toward his bedroom door.

"Knock... Knock."

You let out a sharp panicked gasp but before a single bit of sound could escape your throat, Sam’s reflexes snapped.

He slapped his palm completely over your mouth, trapping the noise inside your throat, his thumb pressing hard against your cheekbone to anchor you down.

"Sam?" Jodi’s voice carried clearly through the thin bedroom door. She sounded close, like she was leaning her ear right up against the wood. "Are you still up honey? I heard some noise. Do you want a late snack before I turn off the kitchen lights?"

You stared up at Sam, your eyes wide and dilated with absolute terror, your heart thrifting wildly in your chest.

Instead of pulling back or trying to hide you, the sheer risk of the moment seemed to trigger something dark and predatory in Sam. While his left hand kept your mouth completely muffled, his right hand began to slide slowly downward.

He didn't take his eyes off of yours as he dragged his palm down your bare stomach until his fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. He yanked them down past your hips just enough, his large calloused hand sneaking beneath the fabric.

You let out a muffled moan into his palm when his thick fingers made direct contact with your bare folds. You were already soaking wet, completely dripping for him from the weight of his body on yours.

Sam didn't hesitate, he instantly started to rub, his index and middle fingers sliding heavily up and down your lips, deliberately spreading your wetness across your clit.

"Sam?" Jodi called out again, her tone shifting to slight confusion when he didn't answer. "Sam are you awake?"

Sam shifted his weight, his thumb digging deep into the soft sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving a stark white indentation as he forcibly pried your legs wider apart on the mattress to give his hand a better angle.

"Yeah… yeah Mom," Sam called out. "I'm... fuck-"

He cut himself off, trying to regain control as his brain completely fried from the sensation of your wetness dripping over his knuckles. He forced a loud fake yawn out of his throat, trying to sound sleepy.

"Sorry... I'm just tired, I was just practicing some new lyrics I wrote. Don't come in, I'm already under the covers."

"Ohh okay," Jodi said, but she didn't leave, you could hear her shifting her weight outside the door. "You've been working so hard on that music honey, are you sure you don't want leftovers from dinner? You barely ate anything tonight."

She was staying too long, the tension in the room snapped into something borderline agonizing.

Slowly and deliberately he moved his left hand away from your mouth, before you could even think about screaming or breathing he grabbed both of your wrists in his large grip and pinned them flat above your head against the pillows, locking them down with brute strength so you couldn't cover your face or pull away.

"No Mom, I'm good," Sam said out loud to the door, his voice strained and dropping into a rough deeper register.

To make it worse, he intentionally prolonged the conversation, challenging you to stay silent while he kept his mom talking.

"Hey Mom?" He called out, his voice a practiced sleepy drawl, even as his fingers rubbed your burning core. "Did you... did you leave the porch light on for Vincent? Or is he already in bed?"

"He's been asleep for an hour honey," Jodi replied through the wood, her footsteps shuffling a bit closer. "Why do you ask? And don't stay up thinking about chords all night, you need your sleep."

"Just... just wondering," Sam panted quietly, his chest heaving as he kept his gaze locked onto your dazed terrified eyes.

He leaned in incredibly close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he began to whisper, his voice a dark mocking purr that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.

"Look at you," he hissed under his breath, his eyes fixed on your blown out pupils. "Look how pathetic you are right now, trembling like a little doll. You're a needy little thing aren't you? Completely helpless while my mom is standing right out there."

His right hand got completely ruthless beneath your clothes. He pressed the flat of his thumb directly onto your clit, circling it with a heavy crushing pressure that made your hips instantly buck off the bed.

You let out a sharp high pitched whimper, but you had to swallow it, choking on your own breath as your fingers clawed uselessly at the sheets above your head.

"Shhh stay quiet you fuckin slut," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and teasing against your skin. "Don't make a sound, unless you want her to walk right in and see exactly what we're doing.”

He loved the thrill of it, the absolute danger of almost getting caught turning his blood to fire.

He pushed two thick fingers deep inside your tight slick canal, his fingers bottoming out inside you while his thumb relentlessly battered your clit, keeping a steady punishing rhythm.

Completely lost to the intense friction, your instincts took over. Your mind went entirely blank under the onslaught of pleasure and your hips began to move on their own, slowly and desperately grinding up against his fingers, seeking the blunt pressure of his hand.

You struggled violently to muffle your moans, biting your own lip until it bled. Every time you tried to hold back a cry, your internal walls clamped down like a vice on his hand.

"Okay Mom, I'll... I'll make sure to get some rest," Sam called out blindly toward the door. He leaned back into your ear, his voice a dark corrupted whisper.

"Look at you, grinding on your boyfriend's hand while my mom is right there. You're so fuckin ruined baby, such a bad needy girl.”

"Well alright," Jodi's voice mumbled through the wood. "But make sure you turn off the desk lamp before you drop off."

"I won't... I'm turning it off now," Sam choked out, his voice cutting off again as his fingers dragged against the textured rippling ridges of your internal walls on a hard pull out, dragging your body slightly forward with him.

He was torturing you, he could feel your internal walls starting to tremble, a deep full body shudder rolling through your thighs as a massive climax began to rush to the surface.

You stared at him, your eyes pleading, begging him with your gaze to let you break, to let you cum, but he just stared back at you with a dark possessive smirk, his thumb grinding even harder into your wet core.

"Goodnight sweetie," Jodi finally said, her footsteps finally starting to shuffle away from the door, moving slowly back down the hallway.

The second the footsteps faded past the kitchen, Sam knew you were right on the edge of orgasming. Your hips were twitching uncontrollably against his hand, your throat letting out tiny broken whimpers that you couldn't hold back anymore.

Right before the climax could fully take you, Sam suddenly pulled his hand completely out of your clothes, pulling his fingers back.

The sudden shock of the cool bedroom air hitting your exposed soaking wet folds made you violently flinch and let out a breathless sob. You arched your back, completely stranded on the edge of a massive unfulfilled orgasm, your body shivering from the abrupt loss of friction.

Sam didn't give you a single second to recover, he released your wrists, his large hands immediately grabbing your waist to drag your hips flush against his, his face dripping with a heavy blind sweat as he looked down at your dazed desperate face.

"Now," he growled, his voice a raw animalistic whisper against your lips. "Where the fuck were we?"

He slammed his mouth back down onto yours, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth to finish what he started, his hands already tearing frantically at your clothes.

"You're a fuckin jerk," you whispered on his lips, your chest heaving violently, your body was practically vibrating from the sudden agonizing loss of his fingers. "I was so close Sam... I was right there."

Sam didn't look remotely sorry, he caught your bottom lip in a sharp punishing bite before sealing his mouth over yours again in a rough wet kiss that cut off your breathing.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were slick with your spit and a dark ruthless grin twisted his mouth.

"Stop whining like a bitch," he muttered, his voice a deep gravelly rasp that sent a hard shiver straight to your core. "I haven't even started yet."

Before you could yell at him, his movement turned fast and aggressive, he grabbed both of your wrists again in one of his large hands, his fingers wrapping around your bones like a pair of iron cuffs.

You instinctively tried to pull down, wanting to use your hands to muffle the sounds you were already making but he anchored you down with total effortless dominance.

"Sam please," you whimpered, your hips giving a helpless needy twitch against his thigh. "Stop being mean... I wanna take my clothes off."

"Oh you want them off?" Sam teased, his eyes darkening as he looked down at your flushed sweat slicked skin. "Then you're gonna have to lie there and let me do it. Don't move a single inch."

What followed was pure torture, Sam used his single free hand to slowly strip you of your clothes. He started with your shirt, his thick fingers dragging against the bare skin of your ribs.

He deliberately kept his movements painfully slow, he would pull the fabric up a few inches, stop to torment you by tracing the sensitive underside of your breasts and then pull it a little further, ignoring your breathless cries of frustration.

"You're so impatient," he murmured, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he used his teeth to help tug the fabric over your head. "Look at you, squirming under me like a little addict. You want my hands on you so bad don't you?"

"Yes! Please Sam, just hurry," you sobbed into the quiet room, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to rub your aching core against his denim clad thigh. The friction was driving you entirely insane, your body completely primed and overstimulated from his fingers earlier.

"No… we're going at my pace," he commanded flatly.

He slid down to the waistband of your shorts, he unbuttoned them with an agonizingly slow click, his knuckles deliberately brushing against the hypersensitive skin of your lower stomach.

You let out a high pitched whimper, your internal muscles clenching in empty desperate spasms as you tried to lift your hips to help him slide the fabric down.

The moment you tried to assist, Sam stopped completely, he held his hand perfectly still against your hip, his thumb digging just enough into your skin to leave a faint white print.

"Did I tell you to move?" He whispered into your ear, his breath hot and mocking. "I told you to lie still. Every time you move, I stop. Be a good obedient slut and stay perfectly still for your man."

Tears of pure frustration and intoxicating submission leaked from the corners of your eyes as you forced your body to go completely limp, your chest heaving as you whined against his shoulder, completely stripped of your control.

He slowly and deliberately hooked his fingers into the fabric, dragging your shorts and underwear down your trembling thighs in one heavy friction filled motion, leaving your lower body completely bare and dripping in the amber light of the desk lamp.

But he didn't give you the relief you were starving for. He sat back on his knees for a second, his dark blue eyes tracking slowly down your exposed body, his gaze was heavy, dirty and completely devoid of his usual sweet demeanor.

"Look at you," Sam rasped, his gaze dropping between your legs, his eyes pitch black with possessive hunger as he took in the sight of your wet ruined cunt. "You're literally dripping and I haven't even touched you yet… you're a filthy little whore yeah? Coming into my house in the middle of the night, begging for it while my mom is awake."

"Sam please... touch me… I'm begging you," you cried out, your head tossing from side to side against the pillows as you tried to close the agonizing gap between his hand and your skin. "It hurts... it’s too much..."

"Tell me what you are," he challenged, his thumb lightly brushing against the very tip of your clit, just a ghost of a touch, a tease that made your entire spine jolt with electrical agony. "Tell me how desperate you are for your boyfriend's hands."

"I'm… I'm a desperate little slut for you," you sobbed, completely broken under his total dominance. "I'm your slut Sam... please… use me…”

"You'll wait until I want to," he growled as he slid his large frame down the length of your body until his face reached your lower stomach.

You let out a shaky gasp at the rough friction, your lower abdomen tensing up instantly.

He pushed your knees further apart, wedging his shoulders tightly between your legs to force them wide. He stared straight up at your face from between your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you open.

"You like being treated like that," Sam murmured, his breath hot against your soaking wet folds. "You’re just a needy little slut for my mouth aren't you?"

You didn't even have the breath to deny it, you squeezed your eyes shut, lifting your shoulder to try and bury your mouth against your own arm to muffle the desperate moan tearing out of your throat.

"Look down at me," Sam commanded sharply, digging his thumbs hard into your hip bones.

You forced your eyes open, looking down through the dim amber glow of the desk lamp just as his mouth hit your wetness. You let out a loud strangled cry, the sound instantly catching in your throat as you tried to stay quiet for Jodi.

Sam didn't start slow, driven by the raw adrenaline of the risk, his tongue hit your sensitized lips with heavy rhythmic lapping strokes, swiping brutally from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your swollen clit.

The tight space between your thighs made your slick overflow immediately, every hard upward stroke of his tongue created a heavy wet sound that felt incredibly loud in the quiet room. You twisted your wrists frantically against his iron grip, your knuckles white as you tried to pull your hands free to cover your mouth, but he didn't budge an inch.

"Shhh don't fight me," Sam panted against your skin, his voice thick and fried from the taste of you. "Keep your thighs wide open, if you close them I'm going to stop."

The threat was terrifying, you forced your legs to stay wide, your hips automatically bucking up against his mouth in a desperate search for more friction.

You let out a string of muffled frantic whimpers, biting down on your own lip until it tasted like copper, your entire body trembling under the onslaught of his tongue.

Sam was completely ruthless, he locked his lips directly around your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth while his tongue kept up a punishing fast rhythm that drove you straight off the deep end.

"You're dripping all over my chin," he muttered against your wet flesh, his words raw repetitive nonsense as he felt your internal muscles start to twitch. "You're so wet baby... so fuckin wet."

A massive unstoppable climax rushed to the surface so fast. Your chest heaved, your toes curling and locking tightly as your back lifted completely off the bed, sobbing silently as the sheer overstimulation turned into an agonizing beautiful pressure.

Sam didn't ease up to let you breathe, he sucked harder, his tongue flickering with brutal precision until your walls violently snapped.

You broke, a hard shaking orgasm slammed through your lower body, making your thighs twitch uncontrollably. Your internal muscles clenched like a vice, pulsing in deep heavy waves as you spilled a fresh hot rush of cum right into his mouth.

Sam stayed buried right there, swallowing your release and drinking you in while your body shivered and broke entirely beneath him.

The moment the heaviest waves of your release began to taper off, his tongue lashed right back out, circling your raw hypersensitive clit with a heavy wet pressure.

You violently flinched, a sharp sob tearing out of your throat. You were so sensitive and overstimulated that the touch felt borderline painful, sending a jolt of pure electrical agony straight down your spine.

With your wrists finally free from his grip, you desperately shoved your palms against his broad shoulders, trying to push his heavy frame away from your lap.

"Sam… stop… stop please," you cried out in a breathless frantic whisper, your fingers clawing uselessly at his shirt. "It hurts… it’s too much!... please…"

With a brutal surge of leverage, he didn't let you push him, he yanked your hips entirely off the mattress, dragging your lower body flush against his face and anchoring you down so hard you couldn't even twitch.

"Who the fuck said you could touch me?" Sam snapped, lifting his face just enough to glare up at you. His chin and lips were completely drenched, glistening with your wetness under the amber desk lamp. "Did I tell you that you were done? No… so keep your fuckin hands off my shoulders."

"Sam please… I'm too sensitive," you sobbed, covering your own mouth with your trembling hands to muffle your voice, your chest heaving.

"Shut up," he commanded, his voice a flat dominant rumble that brooked zero argument. "You came all the way out here to my house, sneaked through my fuckin window and told me you wanted it bad… now you’re gonna lay there like a good little slut and take exactly what I give you, you don't get to say no."

You stared down at him, your pupils dilated in pure panic and intoxicating submission as his words degraded you, completely stripping away your control.

Sam didn't waste another second, he doubled down with total ruthless precision. He shifted his weight, burying his face right back into your soaking wet folds.

He didn't just use his tongue this time, he took his hand and slammed two fingers deep inside your tight slick canal, bottoming out against your internal walls in one heavy stroke.

You let out a muffled choked scream into your palms, your hips instantly trying to buck off the bed to escape the sheer agonizing intensity of it.

Sam used his elbows to keep you in place while his thumb locked onto your raw clit, grinding it against your bone with crushing force.

"You're shaking so fuckin much," Sam muttered against your wet skin, his voice thick from the pleasure of torturing you. "You're enjoying this as much as I do aren't you?"

You knew he was entirely right, you were enjoying it more than you could ever put into words. There was an intoxicating dark comfort in the way Sam completely stripped away your control, pushing you far past your limits until you were nothing but raw nerves and desperation.

"Y-Yeah... mmmph..." you choked out, your head tossing violently against the damp pillow as his thumb ground relentlessly against your clit. "I... ahhh!~... I love it Sam... nghhh~... love when you... push me…”

"Yeah I know," Sam panted, he felt your internal muscles start to violently twitch around his fingers. "You're so tight, so fuckin tight it's crushing my fingers. You wanna cum again so bad don't you? Tell me, tell me you're a needy little whore."

"I am… I am Sam… ahhh~... please!" You whimpered, your fingers biting into your own cheeks as you held your hands over your mouth, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Make… make me cum please… I can't take it!"

"Then fuckin do it," he growled. “Stop whining and cum for me baby.”

He drove his tongue relentlessly against your clit while his fingers fast paced their rhythm inside you, dragging hard against the textured ridges of your internal walls.

The combination was brutal, your feet locked up so tightly that your toes cramped, your free hand blindly clawed at the unmade sheets, ripping and bunching the fabric in a desperate attempt to find an anchor.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, your internal walls clenched like a vice around his sliding fingers, tightening so hard it nearly cut off his movement.

A second more violent climax slammed into your lower body, you let out a high pitched broken whimper that escaped past your hand, your entire body convulsing in deep heavy spasms that lasted for what felt like miles

Sam kept pumping his fingers inside you, forcing you to ride out every single agonizing wave of the orgasm until you were completely broken, gasping and utterly spent.

"Good girl," Sam praised relentlessly, his voice a deep gravelly purr as he watched your lower body break apart. "Look at all that, you made such a beautiful filthy mess for me baby… so fuckin sweet."

He stayed buried between your trembling thighs for a long heavy moment, using his tongue to slowly swipe and clean you up, lapping up the thick trail of your release from your skin until he had tasted every drop.

The slow wet friction of his tongue against your raw flesh made your hips give one last weak twitch.

Finally he slid his body back up the mattress, pinning you beneath him once more. He leaned down and captured your mouth in a deep bruising kiss, his tongue slid heavily into your mouth, deliberately making you taste yourself on his tongue.

The salty sweet taste of your own overstimulated body filled your throat. You groaned against his mouth, your hands weakly wrapping around his neck as he drank you in, the sheer dominance of it making your head spin.

"Taste how wet you were for me baby?" Sam whispered against your lips, his thumb reaching down to trace your swollen bottom lip. "You taste absolutely incredible, you're my perfect girl aren't you?"

You couldn't answer him, you desperately nodded your head against the pillow. Your brain was still half fried from the consecutive orgasms but looking down at the heavy thick ridge of his erection, straining violently against his unbuttoned jeans made a sudden wave of desperation hit you.

"C-Can I… please…." You whispered, your voice a breathless needy plea as you tugged weakly on the waistband of his jeans. “Can I… help… help you with that?"

Sam let out a low rough chuckle, a wicked lopsided grin flashing across his handsome face.

"Damn baby, you really are an impatient little addict aren't you?" He muttered, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. He rolled over onto his back, propping himself up against the pillows and spreading his legs wide to give you full access. "Get to work then, let's see how good you can treat your boyfriend."

You scrambled up on your knees, your thighs shaking from the previous climaxes as you crawled between his legs. Your fingers were trembling as you gripped the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to fully release his thick throbbing shaft.

He popped out, hot and heavy, a slick bead of pre cum already glistening at the very tip in the amber light of the desk lamp.

You leaned down, your heart hammering against your ribs and wrapped your lips tightly around the smooth swollen tip of his cock.

Sam let out a sharp guttural growl that vibrated heavily through his broad chest, his hands instantly clenching into the mattress blankets on either side of his hips.

"Take the whole head," he commanded, his voice dropping into a rough dominant rumble as he watched you down between his thighs. "Swallow it down love, show me how much you love my cock."

You took a deep breath and slid your mouth further down his length. You let out a muffled whimper against his skin, your eyes automatically watering from the depth but you kept going, looking straight up at him through your eyelashes.

"Good girl," Sam panted, his fingers flexing against the bedsheets. "Just like that, look up at me while you choke on it, let me see those eyes watering for me."

The sight of him looking down at you with such raw possessive hunger made a surge of heat rush straight to your core. You wrapped one hand around his base, stroking him hard while your mouth kept a tight sucking rhythm. You used your tongue, swirling it heavily right around the sensitive tip just the way he liked.

"Fuck you’re so good for me," Sam groaned out, his head tossing back against the headboard for a split second before his gaze snapped right back down to you. "Use your tongue baby, swirl it right around the tip... fuck yeah… right there."

You pulled back just enough to breathe, your lips slick with his pre cum before you sucked him deeper, your throat adapting to his size, letting out tiny needy whimpers that were swallowed by his shaft.

"You love having my cum down your throat don't you?" He taunted, his hand suddenly reaching down to tangle his fingers tightly into your hair near the roots. He didn't pull hard enough to hurt, but he used his iron grip to hold your head perfectly still, forcing you down until his tip was buried deep in your throat. "Look at you, totally ruined for me."

You couldn't answer, your throat locked around him as he began to gently roll his hips up into your mouth dictating the pace.

Your eyes watered heavily, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks, but you didn't fight him. You collapsed completely into his dominance, letting him take whatever he wanted from your mouth.

“Fuck, you're so good... such a good little slut for me..." he whispered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the mattress fabric in a desperate attempt to find an anchor against the pleasure as his brain fried from the pure blistering heat of your mouth.

Suddenly, his grip on your hair tightened and he firmly pulled your head back, forcing his cock out of your mouth so you could draw a ragged breath.

You gasped for the cool air, your lips glistening and raw, but instead of moving away, you leaned forward and ran your wet tongue all the way up his shaft, licking the smooth head with a heavy deliberate stroke.

Sam let out a loud strangled groan, his hips bucking off the mattress. "Fuck… stop… don't do that," he choked out, his voice cracking completely from the sudden spike of heat.

"But I want to do that," you whispered back, your voice entirely submissive but thick with desire as you stared into his blown out eyes. "Don't pull out when you cum… I wanna swallow every single drop."

"I'm getting close," Sam warned, his voice a gravelly authoritative hiss as his hand retightened in your hair, guiding you right back down onto him. "Don't you dare stop now love… will you swallow it all for me?"

"Yes Sam… please," you whimpered against his skin right before your mouth sealed over him again.

You sucked him with a frantic aggressive pace, your hand pumping his base while your mouth created a heavy wet suction that drove him straight to the edge. Your nails lightly scratched long pale lines up his inner thighs, the sharp contrast of your touch making his muscles twitch violently.

Sam was completely losing control, his hips were rolling into your mouth with a heavy desperate rhythm, his chest slick with a blind sweat.

"Fuck!... I'm cumming," he panted, his voice a gravelly broken mess, his fingers tightening in your hair to hold your head completely locked against his lap. "Don't move!… Don't you dare move baby."

With a sudden violent spasm of his hips, Sam arched off the mattress and shot his first thick burning charge right down your throat.

You let out a muffled gasp against his shaft, your eyes watering instantly as the heavy heat of him hit the back of your mouth but you kept your promise, you stayed completely still swallowing hard, your throat working rhythmically to take every single bit of him.

Sam growled out loud, his knuckles turning stark white as he gripped your hair, driving his hips up into your mouth two more times as he pulsed violently against your tongue, pouring his release over your lips and down your throat.

"Good girl," he choked out, his chest heaving as the tension finally began to drain from his muscular frame. He looked down at you, his eyes still dark and blown out as he watched your throat swallow down the last of his load. "Look at you, you took every single drop like a good little slut didn't you?"

You slowly pulled back off his length, your lips glistening and a thin line of white fluids dripping down your chin.

He reached down, using his thumb to gently swipe the excess cum from your chin, his touch entirely warm and loving. He didn't let you stay on your knees for long, he gripped your waist and hoisted you up onto the center of the bed, dragging your body flat onto your back beneath him.

Sam followed you down instantly, his muscular frame hovering over yours as he began devouring your face with wet frantic kisses. He trailed his mouth down the sensitive cord of your neck, forcing an involuntary gentle giggle out of your mouth as he nipped sharply at your shoulder before soothing the bite with a wet lick.

You wrapped your legs around his waist out of pure instinct, your hips instinctively tilting up to find the blistering heat of his erection.

Sam caught your knees, firmly pulling your legs wide apart and pinning them down against the mattress, leaving your entire lower body completely bare and exposed to the cool room air.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Sam murmured, his voice a deep gravelly rasp that vibrated right against your ear. "Look at your cunt, it's literally dripping down your thighs and on my bed and you haven't even touched my cock yet."

"I know... I'm sorry Sam… please," you whimpered, your face burning a dark suffocating pink as you tried to tilt your hips closer to his heat. "I'm so wet for you… it feels so hot."

"Beg for it," he commanded flatly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with total dominance. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your cunt."

"I want you inside me," you sobbed out, your hands blindly clawing at the unmade sheets, ripping and bunching the fabric in desperation. "I want your cock so bad baby… please… put it in."

"I’m not putting a single inch inside you until you tell me how much of a desperate slut you are for your man," he growled, his jaw clenching hard.

He dragged the blunt head slowly upward, parting your slick folds from the bottom all the way to your raw clit, smearing your own natural cream across your core.

The proximity was pure torture, you let out a loud broken sob, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to pull his hips down with your knees, but his iron restraint wouldn't snap.

"Yes... yes… I am Sam!" You screamed silently into the dark room, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “Please!... Put it in now I'm begging you!”

Sam deliberately pushed inside millimeter by millimeter, wanting to feel every single internal muscle stretch, adapt and tear open around his thick size.

The sensation was so intense it felt like a blunt force tearing through you, your lower stomach tensed up into a tight knot from the sheer depth as he forced his way in.

A sharp ragged cry tore out of your throat but the second the sound escaped, Sam slammed his mouth down over yours, capturing your scream in a sloppy open mouthed kiss.

He twisted his fingers near the roots of your hair, holding your head completely still as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, devouring your breath while he delivered the final heavy drive.

He bottomed out completely, his pubic bone crashed hard against yours with a heavy dull thud, hitting your cervix at the very back of your cunt.

The blunt impact caused your entire lower abdomen cramp with a sharp overwhelming spike of intense pleasure. You choked into his mouth, completely pinned and stuffed to the root by his massive weight.

Sam stayed buried deep within you, his chest heaving heavily against yours, the sweat on his skin sticking to your own as he held himself perfectly still to let your tight cunt stretch and adjust to his full thickness.

He didn't start moving immediately, he withdrew his mouth just a fraction of an inch, his lips wet and grazing yours as he panted, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice a gravelly primitive whisper that went straight to your core. "Look at you… completely filled up..."

You let out a broken whimper, your fingers blindly clawing at his broad shoulders. "Sam... hahh~... please... move... I need you to move..."

"Yeah? You need it?" He teased, a dark ruthless smirk twisting his mouth as he slowly began to draw his length out, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until only the swollen head was left nestled between your slick folds. Then with a sudden heavy thrust, he plunged back in.

The wet heavy sound of his hips crashing against yours echoed through the room. You bucked upward, a shattered cry escaping your lips but Sam instantly slammed his mouth back over yours, capturing the sound on his tongue.

He drove his tongue deep into your mouth at the exact same second, drinking in your high, broken wail while his hips kept up a slow punishing and incredibly deep rhythm.

It was a sloppy breathless kiss, your mouths couldn't synchronize under the violent desperate movement, your teeth clicking sharply together as his head shoved down, his rough blonde stubble scraping your chin raw while he devoured your breath.

Every single drive hit your cervix with a deep aching thud, making your lower stomach tense into a tight knot.

You were completely lost to the feeling, your mind entirely blank as you gripped his upper arms, your body adapting to the brutal relentless friction of his thick shaft sliding inside you.

Then, the floorboards in the hallway groaned again.

Sam went completely rigid mid thrust, his body turning into a solid block of iron over yours. His heart was hammering so hard you could feel the erratic heavy thud of it slamming right against your own ribs.

"Knock... Knock…"

"Sam? Honey?" Jodi’s voice carried clearly through the thin bedroom door once more, sounding sharper, more persistent this time. "Are you sure you're okay in there? I keep hearing the bed frame rattling… oh and I forgot to ask, do you have a shift tomorrow morning?"

You froze beneath him, your eyes blowing wide open in pure unadulterated terror. The sheer risk of the moment -the terrifying reality of his mother standing right outside the door while his thick throbbing cock was buried all the way inside you- made a sudden violent surge of heat rush straight to your core.

Your internal muscles gave an involuntary vice like clench, clamping down around his shaft like a tight fist.

Sam let out a ragged choked gasp into your mouth, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked. He broke the kiss, his breathing fast and shallow as his brain completely fried from the crushing sensation of your wet walls.

He shoved his palm right back over your mouth, his thumb digging hard into your cheekbone to anchor you down and muffle you completely.

"Yeah... yeah Mom," Sam called out loudly toward the door, his voice strained, dropping into a rough deeper register as he forced himself to clear the thick haze from his throat.

Slowly and deliberately, he began to move his hips again, sliding his length out before plunging heavily back inside you, all while his mom stood right on the other side of the door.

You let out a muffled frantic whimper into his hand, your entire body convulsing as the combination of the deep blunt friction and the paralyzing fear of being caught was too much you couldn't hold it back.

Right there, while Jodi was still speaking, your eyes rolled back into your head as a massive shattering climax slammed into your lower body. Your internal muscles clenched around his cock, your nails scratching long frantic lines into his skin as the orgasm tore through you in deep heavy spasms.

Sam let out a raw agonized hiss through his teeth, his knuckles turning stark white where he gripped your wrists above your head. The sensation of your climax was pure torture, threatening to drag him over the edge instantly but he refused to stop moving. He gritted his teeth, forcing his hips to keep driving forward, riding right through the violent tremors of your walls.

"Sam?" Jodi called out, her tone shifting to slight confusion at his strained voice. "Are you alright? You sound out of breath."

"I'm fine Mom," Sam forced out, his hips delivering another deep silent thrust that bottomed out completely against your spot. "I just... I'm trying to get to sleep."

"Oh okay darling," Jodi's voice lingered, her footsteps shifting slightly outside. "Well, make sure you set an alarm. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mom," Sam panted, his gaze fixed on your ruined dazed face.

The second he heard her footsteps finally start to shuffle away, moving slowly back down the hallway toward her own room, Sam's restraint completely vanished.

"Look at you," he hissed under his breath, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his movements turned fast, aggressive, and wild. "Look at how much of an obedient little creature you are. Cumming all over my dick while my mom is right outside. You're just a filthy little whore aren't you? So proper out in the valley but down here you just want to be fucked so hard."

"Yes!... ah-ahh~..." you wailed, your sentence shattered into broken, breathless fragments by the physical impact of his hips slamming against yours. "I’m yours!... I’m your slut Sam... fuck me harder!"

​"You loved it," he growled, his thrusts turning relentlessly that made the mattress crunch loudly beneath your back. "You loved the idea of her walking in and seeing you completely ruined under me… tell me baby, tell me you're just a needy little whore for my cock."

​"I am... nghhh~... I'm your whore Sam," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side against the damp pillow as you surrendered entirely to his total dominance.

"I'm going to stretch you out so bad you won't be able to walk back to the farm," Sam rumbled, his verbal control slipping into raw dirty nonsense as he felt your core dripping wet down his thighs. "Squeeze me with that tight little cunt… take every single inch of it.”

"You're-... Fuck!... It's hitting it every time... nghh... Sam!" You sobbed out, your head tossing from side to side against the pillow, completely lost to the intense deep friction. "More... please Sam... more... ahh!~..."

You couldn't even finish the phrase. Underneath him, your body reached its absolute breaking point. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a massive shaking climax slammed through your lower body. Your internal walls didn't just twitch, they began to spasm in violent rhythmic contractions that locked around his cock like an iron vice.

Sam let out a loud frantic curse, his voice cracking into a raw hiss through his teeth as he felt you snap.

"Fuck... you're killing me," he gasped, his body going rigid mid thrust as the intense milking of your climax nearly forced him over the edge but he didn't stop.

Driven completely insane by the crushing tightness, he refused to let you recover, continuing to drive his hips forward into your trembling fit, forcing you to ride out every single agonizing wave.

"Look at me while I fill you up!" Sam shouted, his large hand slamming back into your hair, forcing your head straight back against the pillows so you had to look right into his blown out eyes. "I’m going to fill your cunt so full of my cum... you’re gonna be leaking until tomorrow morning!"

"Yes Sam!... Please!" You whimpered, your body convulsing wildly beneath his.

With three final brutal thrusts that bottomed out entirely, crashing his pubic bone against yours with a dull heavy thud, Sam finally broke.

His body went completely rigid, his muscles locking into solid iron as his pulse began to throb violently inside your walls. With a massive agonizingly deep convulsion, Sam came straight against the back of your womb.

He held himself buried deep, his hips crushing yours into the mattress as he delivered shot after shot, his internal pulse vibrating directly against your tensed walls.

The sudden overwhelming sensation of his hot fluid erupting inside you was so intense that it triggered another climax through your lower body. You let out a high pitched shattered shriek, but the second the sound escaped, Sam slammed his mouth down over yours, capturing your scream in a rough desperate kiss.

It was brutal, frantic and completely unhinged, your lips catching against each other's teeth in a messy starving collision until the sharp taste of copper flooded your mouths, your lips literally bleeding against each other as you panted and choked into the kiss.

Even as he finished releasing his load, Sam didn't pull out. He kept his full weight leaning into you, thrusting in slow deliberate circles to prolong the agonizing waves of your orgasm, forcing your internal muscles to drag slowly along his sensitive shaft while your body gradually stopped shaking.

"Good girl," Sam praised relentlessly, his voice a ruined gravelly whisper against your bloody lips as the tension finally began to drain from his muscular frame. "Look at you. You took every single drop like a good little slut didn't you baby?"

He slowly and carefully pulled his thick semi hard shaft completely out of you, making a wet heavy sound that echoed in the quiet room.

You let out a soft involuntary whimper at the sudden loss of him, your lower stomach aching with a deep lingering sensitivity as you instinctively tried to pull your knees together to shield yourself.

"Shhhh… I got you love," Sam murmured, his voice returning to his gentle warm baritone.

He grabbed a clean flannel shirt from his dresser and some tissues, carefully wiping away the slick trails of sweat, spit and overflow from your inner thighs until you were completely dry and clean.

Once you were comfortable, he slid his own soft white shirt over your head, the massive fabric swallowing your frame and smelling richly of his hair gel and laundry detergent.

He pulled the heavy blanket up over both of your sticky exhausted bodies, hiding you away from the outside world in the dark sanctuary of his room, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head as his large fingers lightly traced the faint dark marks he had left on your wrists.

He let out a low sleepy chuckle against your hair. "You're completely crazy you know that? Risking everything to climb through my window," he whispered with absolute reverent warmth in the dark, his hand sliding down to rest over your bare stomach. "You're gonna take that Plan B right when you get back right?"

A wicked sleepy grin touched your lips, you tilted your head up to look at him through your eyelashes. "I won't."

Sam froze for a split second, his blue eyes locking onto yours as his grip on your waist tightened, a dark intense spark flared in his gaze for a fraction of a second before a lopsided deep grin took over his face.

“Even better," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.

You let out a soft giddy laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. "In your dreams Samson, I'll take it the second I get back to the farmhouse tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, yeah," he teased, leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to your sweat damp forehead. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you so close that your chest was completely pinned against his. "Well, you're not going anywhere right now love, I'm not letting you walk back in the dark."

You didn't argue, you buried your face straight into his chest as you let your eyes close.

Sam woke up with a grin that felt like it was going to split his face, he rolled over in bed kicking the sheets off and immediately checked his phone, it was his birthday, the big one, he had been dropping hints for two weeks, talking about how big things were coming and how he couldn't wait for the weekend.

He opened his messages and went straight to Ari’s name, no new texts.

"She’s definitely crashed out," he muttered to himself, his voice raspy from sleep, he knew she had been pulling double shifts at the farm lately with the summer crops so he sent her a quick text.

Sunny: Hey beautiful! I’m gonna head to the Saloon later this afternoon, meet me there if you’re not already there haha love you ;)

He spent the morning trying to look busy, he practiced a few riffs on his guitar but his heart wasn't really in it as he kept glancing at the clock.

Usually by noon his mom would have at least made a comment about a special dinner or Vincent would be pestering him about presents but the house was weirdly quiet.

"Hey Mom?" Sam called out as he headed into the kitchen.

Jodi was frantic, shoving a bunch of laundry into a basket. "Not now Sam, I’ve got to get to Pierre’s before the sale ends and then I’ve got to drop Vincent off at Jas’s, can you make your own lunch? There’s some cold pizza in the fridge."

"Ohh… uh yeah, no problem," Sam said, his thumb hooking into his pocket. "Big day for errands huh?"

"You have no idea," she sighed, kissing his cheek distractedly as she rushed out the door. "See you later honey!"

Sam stood in the kitchen for a second. “Okay she’s probably just busy planning something for tonight,” he thought. “She’s playing it cool.”

By 3:00 PM the silence was starting to get loud, Sam headed out, his skateboard tucked under his arm, he figured he would go to the Saloon, that was the spot, everyone would definitely be there.

He walked into the Stardrop Saloon, the bell chiming above the door, he expected a "Happy Birthday!" or at least a few guys hovering around the pool table with a round of drinks ready.

But the Saloon was almost empty.

Gus was behind the bar polishing a glass while Shane was in the corner but he was wearing his Joja apron looking like he had just finished a grueling shift.

"Hey Shane!" Sam said, walking over. "Wanna grab a game of pool?"

Shane didn't even look up from his drink. "Can't kid, I'm exhausted, I’m just gonna finish this and go face out on my bed, maybe another time."

Sam swallowed hard. "Oh yeah, for sure. Get some rest man."

He pulled out his phone and called Sebastian, it rang four times before Seb picked up.

"Yo," Sebastian’s voice sounded muffled.

"Hey! Where are you? I’m at the Saloon," Sam said, trying to keep his voice upbeat.

"I’m in my basement man, my boss moved the deadline up on this coding project, I’m gonna be stuck here until at least midnight, it sucks."

"Midnight?" Sam’s shoulders slumped. "Oh I thought maybe we were gonna... you know, hang out."

"I wish, I’ll text you when I’m human again okay? Bye." The line went dead.

Sam stared at his phone, he tried calling Alex next.

"Hey Sam! Can't talk!" Alex shouted over the sound of a heavy weight hitting the floor. "I’m hitting a personal best at the gym today, I’m gonna be here for hours, catch you later!"

One by one everyone was out, he checked his text to Ari, *Read* But no reply, that was the one that actually stung, Ari always replied.

Sam sat at the bar spinning his phone on the wood counter, he felt like a total idiot, he was twenty four years old and he was sitting here pouting because no one bought him a balloon, it was embarrassing.

Gus walked over placing a cold Joja Cola in front of him.

"On the house Sam," Gus said softly.

Sam looked up. "Oh! Thanks Gus."

Gus leaned on the bar, his expression sympathetic. "Look, I know what day it is, I’m really sorry Sam, it seems like everyone just... well, it’s a busy season, Pierre’s got that big sale, the kids are in school and your farmer is planting for the next harvest, I’m sure they didn't mean to forget."

The word “forget” hit Sam like a punch to the gut, it was one thing to think they were busy, it was another to hear Gus confirm they had actually forgotten.

"It's fine," Sam said, his voice a little tight, he forced a smile but it didn't reach his eyes. "I’m probably too old for the whole birthday thing anyway right? It's just a Wednesday."

"You're never too old to be celebrated," Gus said firmly.

Sam took a long swig of the soda, it tasted like tin and sugar and looked around the empty Saloon, he had imagined a loud party, Ari laughing while he blew out candles, Sebastian actually coming out of the basement for once, instead it was just him and Gus.

"I think I’m gonna just head home I guess," Sam said, sliding off the stool. "No big deal, I’ve got some practice I should probably get to anyway."

"Happy Birthday Sam," Gus called out as Sam headed for the door.

"Thanks Gus."

The walk back was the longest one of his life, he took the long way, past the park and the fountain, he saw Jodi walking with Vincent near the river laughing about something Vincent had done, they didn't see him and for the first time in his life, Sam didn't want to be seen.

He felt invisible.

He reached the bridge and looked down at the water. “I’m not gonna mention it," he decided, if he told them now they would feel guilty and then they would throw some pity party that would just make him feel worse, he would rather just let the day die and pretend it never happened.

He checked his phone one last time, still nothing from Ari.

"Even you huh?" He whispered to the empty air.

He was halfway to his front door when his phone finally buzzed, his heart leaped, maybe she was at his house? Maybe she was waiting in his room?

It was a text from Ari.

Angel: SAM! EMERGENCY!

Angel: Please get to the farm right now!

Angel: PLEASE HURRY!

The sadness vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sharp spike of panic.

"Ari?" He gasped, he didn't even think, he dropped his skateboard right there on the grass and started sprinting toward the forest path, his lungs burning as he headed for the farm, his boots pounded against the dirt path, the sound echoing through the quiet trees of the Cindersap Forest, his heart wasn’t just hammering, it was thrashing against his ribs like a trapped bird.

Every worst case scenario was screaming through his head, did she fall? Was there an accident with the farm tools? Are the monsters from the mines real and there's one lurking around the property?

He didn't care about his birthday anymore, he didn't care that he felt forgotten, he just needed her to be okay.

He tore through the farm gate, his lungs stinging with every ragged breath, he didn't even slow down as he reached the porch, his boots skidding on the wood as he threw his weight against the farmhouse door bursting inside with enough force to make the frame rattle.

"Ari! I'm here! What's-"

He stopped dead.

The house was dark but not the bad kind of dark, the main lights were off and there were candles everywhere, on the counters, the table even the windowsill, it smelled like a mix of pizza and vanilla.

Ari was standing right there by the kitchen island, she wasn't hurt at all, she was holding a small cake that looked a bit lopsided with "Happy Birthday Sunny" written in messy blue frosting.

​"Surprise!" She said, her voice quiet but excited, her eyes bright and dancing in the candlelight.

​Sam just stood there leaning against the doorframe and trying to catch his breath, his hair was a total mess and he was sweating from the run, he looked like he had just escaped a disaster.

Ari set the cake down on the counter and ran over to him jumping into his arms. "Happy birthday Sunny!"

Sam caught her instinctively, his large hands locking around her waist as he lifted her off the floor

, the shock was still written all over his face but as the adrenaline faded, a massive dizzying grin took its place, he buried his face in the crook of her neck for a second just breathing her in and feeling the solid reality of her being safe.

Ari didn't give him a chance to pull away, she pulled back just enough to pepper his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, all while he let out a breathless shaky laugh.

"You scared the shit out of me," he choked out, his voice thick with relief. "I thought... I thought you were hurt."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She laughed, her hands framing his face. "I didn't answer your texts because I was elbow deep in flour and I didn't want you to hear the mixer over the phone, I had to get everything ready."

Sam looked at her, really looked at her and the lingering sting of the day started to melt away, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a deep lingering kiss that tasted like the vanilla frosting on her lips, it was a slow grounding press of lips full of the terrifying "what ifs” he had felt on the run over and the immense gratitude of the "right now."

"Now I can see why you were busy," he murmured against her mouth, his eyes fluttering shut.

He kissed her again more firmly this time, his hands squeezing her waist before he finally set her back down on her feet, his legs felt a little like jelly.

"I wanted to have you all to myself first," Ari said, smoothing down his shirt and looking up at him with so much affection it hurt. "I figured we could do the quiet stuff now, just us and then we’ll head over to the Saloon later so you can celebrate with the rest of the guys, I know Sebastian and Alex probably have something planned for tonight."

The light in Sam’s eyes flickered and went out, he looked away, his gaze falling on the small cake as the cool guy mask he had been wearing all afternoon, the one that shrugged and told Gus it was no big deal finally cracked and fell apart.

"I don't think I'm gonna be seeing the guys later angel," he said softly, he rubbed the back of his neck, his voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper. "I don't think they even remembered, Seb’s working, Alex is at the gym... I went to the Saloon and it was just... empty."

Ari’s heart shattered right there in the middle of her candlelit kitchen, she saw the slump in his shoulders, the way he was trying to play it off like it didn't kill him and she stepped into his space grabbing both of his hands in hers.

"Sam..."

"It's fine… really," he said, though his voice cracked. "I’m twenty four right? I shouldn't be this bummed out about it but I really thought... well, it doesn't matter, you remembered."

"Hey look at me," Ari commanded, pulling his hands until he met her eyes. "Today is about you and if they’re too busy to see what they’re missing that’s their loss but I promise you baby, I am going to make this the best birthday you’ve ever had, we aren't going anywhere, it's just us."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again, a soft comforting press of her lips to his that promised he was the center of her universe, when she pulled away she caught his hand and led him to the table.

"Sit," she said, pushing him gently into a chair. "I made your favorite."

She slid a tray onto the table, a homemade pizza, the crust thick and charred just the way he liked it, loaded with toppings, she didn't bother with a pizza cutter, she just pulled a piece off and handed it to him.

Sam took a bite of the pizza and for the first time all day, he actually felt a spark of genuine happiness. "This is incredible Ari, seriously."

As they ate Ari leaned her chin on her hand, watching him. "You know, I was thinking about the future today while I was kneading the dough," she said, her voice dropping into that sweet dreamy tone that always made Sam lean in.

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking about where we'll be when you're thirty or forty," she smiled. "Maybe by then your band will be touring Zuzu City and I’ll be the one in the front row or maybe we’ll have a bigger house with a room just for your guitars and we’ll still be eating pizza every year on your birthday."

Sam reached across the table, his fingers tangling with hers, the idea of a future with her, one where he wasn't an afterthought but a priority made the ache in his chest disappear completely.

"I like the sound of that," he said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Especially the part where you're there, as long as you're there I don't care about the rest of it."

He leaned over, his hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss that was no longer just about comfort, it was warm and tasting of salt and sweetness, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she let out a soft shaky breath.

"Best birthday ever," he whispered against her skin. "And it's only just started.”

After they finished the pizza, Sam pushed the empty pizza tray toward the center of the table and leaned back in his chair letting out a long satisfied breath, he looked a lot better now than he had when he first burst through the door, the panicked look was gone, replaced by a sleepy sort of contentment.

"Man… I don't think I can move," he joked, patting his stomach. "That was way better than anything Gus makes."

"Don't let him hear you say that," Ari teased as she stood up and reached for the cake bringing it over and setting it right between them and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. "But don't get too full yet, you still have to do the birthday wish."

Sam looked at the cake then back at her. "Wait, we aren't even gonna put it on a plate?"

"Nope," she said, sitting back down and leaning close. "Spoons only but first, close your eyes, no cheating."

Sam chuckled but he did what he was told, he squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes resting against his cheeks, the candlelight flickered across his face highlighting the mess of his blonde hair, he stayed like that for a few seconds, the room falling quiet except for the sound of the crickets outside and the soft crackle of the candles.

"Okay," he said, opening his eyes and looking straight at her.

"Did you wish for something good?" Ari asked, her chin resting in her hand.

Sam didn't even look at the cake, he just kept his eyes locked on hers, a soft lopsided smile growing on his face. "I think it already came true," he said.

Ari felt her face heat up, she reached across the table and swatted his arm lightly. "Oh my god Sam you are so cheesy, that was terrible."

"Yeah I love you too come here," he laughed as he reached out grabbing her waist and pulling her toward him until she was forced to stand up and move into his space, he looked up at her, his expression turning a bit more serious. "But I mean it, after the day I had... this is all I actually wanted."

Ari leaned down wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, it was a sweet lingering kiss that tasted like the pizza they had been sharing.

"You're a dork," she whispered against his lips. “I love you."

"Yeah but I'm your dork," he murmured, kissing her back before pulling her down onto his lap. “I love you more.”

Ari settled herself on his lap, her legs draped over his side, it was a bit of a squeeze in the kitchen chair but neither of them cared as Sam kept one arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her steady.

"Okay cake time," she said, digging the spoon into the side of the cake, she got a big piece of vanilla frosting and some of the pink sponge and held it up to his mouth. "Open up."

Sam took the bite making a muffled sound of approval. "Mmm okay, you're actually a really good cook, why don't you do this more often?"

"Because I'm usually too busy spending time withy husband," she reminded him, taking a bite for herself.

They sat there for a few minutes, Ari just passing the spoon back and forth digging out chunks of cake and laughing when a piece of frosting fell onto Sam’s shirt.

"You know," Sam said, licking some frosting off his lip. "This kind of reminds me of my eighth birthday, do you remember that?"

Ari laughed, feeding him another spoonful. "You know I remember nothing Sam, tell me about it."

"Ok wife lemme remind you," Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "My dad had just left for the first time for the military, it was the first time he wasn't gonna be there for my birthday and I was trying so hard to be the man of the house for my mom but I was just a kid, my mom threw that huge party at the park, she made a fancy cake and everything then the sky just opened up, it wasn't even a drizzle it was a total thunderstorm."

He shifted her on his lap pulling her a little closer. "Everyone ran, all the kids from school, the neighbors and all of our friends they all grabbed their stuff and bolted for their houses and their cars, the cake turned into a puddle of blue mush and the wind blew the balloons into the river, I was so embarrassed and sad that I just crawled under the big red slide and sat in the dirt crying my eyes out."

He looked at her, his eyes soft and full of memory. "I thought I was totally alone but then I saw your yellow rain boots splashing through the puddles, you didn't care about your parents leaving and just crawled right into the mud under that slide with me, you had that backpack on and you pulled out a bag of those super sour candies you used to obsessed with and a crumpled up comic book."

Ari leaned her forehead against his, a small smile on her lips. "I remember your face was covered in mud and tears, you looked so pathetic Sam."

"I was!" Sam laughed. "But you didn't look at me like I was a loser, you sat there and told me the thunder was just the drums for my birthday concert and the rain was special effects just for me, you made me feel like the storm was a gift instead of something that ruined my day."

He took another bite of the cake she offered swallowing before he continued. "You sat there in the dirt with me for like two hours, we just read that comic over and over and ate candy until our tongues were numb, my mom eventually found us and we were both just soaked to the bone, everyone else left because things got messy and uncomfortable but you stayed... you’ve always stayed Ari from the time we were kids until right now... whenever things suck, you're the only one who actually shows up for me."

Ari felt a lump in her throat, she looked at him realizing that even back then they were already heading toward this.

They had been in love since they were kids even if they didn't have the words for it back then, she reached out and wiped a tiny bit of frosting off his lip with her thumb.

"Of course I stayed," she whispered, her voice a bit shaky. "I've been in love with you way before we knew what love is Sam, who else is gonna keep you out of trouble if I'm not around?”

"Probably no one," Sam admitted, he turned his head and kissed her jaw, his hand moving up to rest on the back of her neck.

The playful mood was shifting into something a lot more intimate, the kitchen was warm, the cake was mostly gone and the way Ari was sitting on his lap made it hard for him to think about anything other than how close she was.

"Thank you Ari," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "For tonight… for everything."

He leaned in, his lips finding hers again, this kiss wasn't sweet or playful like the ones before, it was heavier and deeper, his tongue grazing hers as he pulled her body flush against his chest.

Ari let out a small shaky breath, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I think I'm done with the cake," Sam murmured against her mouth, his voice dropping an octave.

"Yeah?" Ari whispered back, her heart racing.

"Yeah, can we go to the bedroom now please?"

He didn't wait for an answer, he stood up with her still in his arms, his muscles tensing as he carried her toward the bedroom leaving the candles and the messy cake behind.

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut the air in the room seemed to vanish, Sam didn't even make it to the bed before he had Ari pinned against the door, his hands tangling in her hair as he crashed his lips against hers, this wasn't the sweet tentative kissing from the kitchen, this was hungry and desperate, he kissed her like he was trying to swallow her whole, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth claiming every inch of her.

Ari let out a low muffled moan against his lips, her hands clutching at the hem of his shirt, she wanted him closer, way more closer than humanly possible.

Sam finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against hers as both of them were panting heavily. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "I’ve been thinking about this since I woke up… all day Ari… about just getting you alone."

He didn't wait for her to answer before he went right back in, his kisses moving to her jawline and then down to the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands worked fast tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it somewhere into the dark, he made quick work of his own shirt too, his bare chest finally pressing against hers, the heat between them was insane.

"Sam," she breathed out, her head lalling back as he found a particularly sensitive spot right under her ear. "Mmm… wait…"

"I'm not waiting for anything," he muttered against her skin, he bit down softly on the slope of her neck right where her shoulder met her throat leaving a dark blossoming mark and sucked at the skin marking her clearly while his hand slid down to cup her breast. "You’re mine tonight you hear me? Everything about you is mine."

"Yours," she whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Always yours sunny... ahh!~..."

He moved lower, his eyes dark and fixed on her chest as the candlelight from the hallway spilled in, he looked at her like she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until she was arching her back against the wood of the door.

He leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers, worshiping her breasts with a slow deliberate heat that made her knees go weak.

"You're so beautiful angel," he growled, his voice thick with praise. "So perfect for me, I love the way you look like this… all flushed and shaking for me."

Ari was losing her mind, every time she tried to catch her breath he was there to steal it again with another bruising kiss, she felt his hands move to the button of her shorts and she suddenly remembered why they were here, it was his birthday, he had a terrible day and she wanted to be the one to give him everything.

As he started to drop to his knees, his hands sliding down her thighs, she reached down and caught his shoulders pulling him back up.

"Sam wait," she whispered, her voice shaky and thick with localized heat, she gave him a playful lopsided smile despite how hard her heart was thumping. "It’s your birthday remember? It’s your day sunny, I'm supposed to be taking care of you."

Sam stopped, his hands still gripped tight on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he looked up at her, his blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes darkened to a stormy navy, a slow dominant smirk spread across his face, the kind of look that told her he wasn't planning on following any of her rules.

"Is that right?" Sam asked, his voice a low dangerous rumble that sent a shiver straight down Ari’s spine, he didn't pull away, instead he stepped even closer, his hard frame crushing her back against the door, his hands sliding from her hips to grip the wood on either side of her head. "You think just because it’s my birthday you get to call the shots angel?"

"I... I just wanna make it perfect for you," she managed to whisper, her breath hitching as he leaned in, his nose brushing against hers. "You’ve had such a bad day sunny, let me take care of you… please."

Sam didn't stay by the door as her ignored her and scooped her up, his arms hooking under her thighs as he carried her the short distance to the bed, he laid her back against the pillows but he didn't give her a second to breathe, immediately crawling over her and pinning her down with his weight, he went back to her mouth kissing her with a messy open mouthed hunger that made Ari's head swim.

"Sunny come on-" she breathed out, laughing breathlessly as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw. “I said I wanna make you feel good, wait!”

"So you won't stop talking huh," he muttered, his voice muffled against her skin, he moved lower, his kisses trailing over her collarbone and down between her breasts, he was taking his time, his tongue dragging over her skin in a way that made her toes curl, he moved past her ribs, his hands gripping her waist to hold her still as he peppered kisses all over her stomach.

He stopped just above the waistband of her shorts propping himself up on his elbows so he could look her in the eye, his blonde hair was falling over his forehead and his eyes were dark with a mix of heat and that stubborn dominant streak Ari loved so much.

"Fine," he rumbled, his thumb tracing the line of her hip. "You really think you're gonna spend the whole night just taking care of me? You think I'm just gonna lie here and let you have your way?"

"It’s your birthday," Ari reminded him, her voice trembling as she reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "You’ve been through enough today Sam, I wanna make you feel so good that you forget everything else."

Sam let out a low rough huff of a laugh, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes. "You're lucky you're so cute angel because I’m the one who decides who's taking care of who."

"Please?" She whispered, her hands sliding down to his chest feeling the heavy fast thud of his heart. "Just let me… only for today."

"So you sure wanna be a good girl and focus only on me tonight?" He murmured, his lips grazing her skin so lightly it was agonizing as looked at her for a long beat, his possessive streak warring with how much he loved the way she looked at him.

"Yeah," Ari whispered, biting her lip and running her fingers on his bulge feeling how hard he already is. “Just let me sunny… please.”

Finally he gave a slow sharp nod. "Fine, if that’s what you want I’m not gonna stop you but you’re gonna do it exactly how I tell you, you’re gonna do it until I tell you to stop, understand?"

"Yes," she breathed, her heart racing. “I understand.”

Sam shifted, moving with a sudden fluid grace as he sat back on his heels then moved to the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the floor as he sat upright looking back at her over his shoulder, the dominance in his posture was clear as he was waiting.

"Then get down there," he commanded, his voice dropping into that low authoritative growl. "Show me how much you missed me today."

Ari let out a little giggle, the excitement bubbling up in her chest, she scrambled off the bed giving him a quick fast kiss on the lips that tasted like a promise before sinking to her knees between his legs.

Her fingers were trembling slightly as she worked the button of his jeans, the metallic click sounding loud in the quiet dimly lit room, she tugged the denim down his muscular thighs followed quickly by his boxers finally letting them fall to the rug.

When he was fully bared to her, she let out a soft shaky breath, he was thick and heavy pulsing with a need that had been building all day, his length already slick with a bead of precum at the tip.

Sam leaned back on his elbows, his chest heaving as he watched her, he looked so dominant sitting there on the edge of the bed, his knees spread wide to give her full access.

"You like what you see angel?" He rasped, his voice dropping into that low possessive register. "Go on, stop wasting time before I change my mind."

Ari didn't hesitate, she leaned forward, her dark hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain as she flicked her tongue out tasting the salty drop at the tip as Sam let out a sharp choked off whimper, his hips hitching upward involuntarily, she did it again slower this time swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before she finally took him into the warmth of her mouth.

"Fuck Ari," Sam groaned, his head falling back as his hands immediately found her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands to hold her steady. "Yeah just like that, take it all, you're such a good girl for me, your mouth is so warm baby."

Ari let out a muffled moan of agreement, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the rhythm, she used her tongue to trace the veins along his length swirling around the ridge before sucking him deeper, her throat tightening around him.

Every time she went deeper Sam’s breath hitched, his hands tightening in her hair not enough to hurt but enough to let her know he was the one in control.

After a few minutes of steady rhythm Sam’s knuckles turned white in her hair and he gently -but firmly- tugged her head back forcing her to break the seal.

Ari let out a needy whine, her lips slick and swollen as she looked up at him gasping for air.

"Breathe baby," Sam whispered, his voice rough and dark, he didn't let go of her hair keeping her face just inches from him. "You’re so eager aren't you? Look at you… all messy for me already."

Ari reached out, her tongue darting out to lick the very tip of him as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes locked on his. "I just... I want you to feel how much I missed you sunny… I wanna do a good job."

Sam’s eyes darkened at that, a possessive smirk tugging at his lips. "You’re doing a perfect job, you want me so bad don't you? Tell me angel, tell me how much you want to take this for me."

"So much," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want all of it, please let me..."

"Then prove it," he growled, his hands guiding her head back down. "Show me how much you can take, I want to feel your throat around me."

Ari went back to work with renewed hunger, she increased the pace, her hand wrapping around the base of him to stroke him in sync with her mouth, she was focused entirely on him, her tongue flickering over the most sensitive spots just the way he liked.

The sound of her wet rhythmic work filled the room punctuated only by Sam’s increasingly frantic praise and the low needy moans vibrating in Ari’s throat.

Every few thrusts Sam would guide her movements, his fingers exerting just enough pressure in her hair to set the depth. “You feel so good, you're so tight Ari, you're gonna make me lose it.”

"Mmm.. sunny... nnh," she tried to speak, her voice lost against his skin.

"Don't stop," Sam commanded, his voice thick with a mix of praise and raw hunger. "Look at you… look how well you take me, I knew you’d be perfect at this, you always know exactly what I want don't you? Use your tongue more baby."

As he felt the pressure building Sam’s hips began to move in a slow rhythmic thrust against her face, his breathing becoming shallow as he was taking control of the pace now, his body reacting to the way her tongue swirled around him.

"That's it angel… wrap that pretty mouth around me," Sam growled, his thrusts becoming a bit more frantic pushing himself as deep as she could handle. "I'm getting close... I'm gonna give it all to you, I want you to take every drop… can you do that for me? Can you take it all like a good girl? Tell me you'll take it."

Ari looked up at him through her lashes, her face flushed and her eyes hazy with devotion, she broke away for just a split second, her voice a broken wet mess. "Yes... everything… give it all to me sunny I'm your good girl."

Sam let out a low guttural snarl at her words and guided her back down, his hips snapping forward. "That's it… hahh~... take it!"

The tension in Sam’s body snapped as he let out a loud guttural groan, his fingers clenching tight in her hair as he spent himself deep in her throat, he kept thrusting even as he came, his body shaking with the force of it making sure he was as deep as possible.

Ari didn't pull away, she stayed right there, her throat working as she swallowed every bit of him making sure nothing went to waste.

When he finally started to come down from the high, his breath coming in ragged heavy bursts, he gently eased her back.

Ari looked up at him, a small proud smile on her face, her lips glistening, a single stray drop escaped the corner of her mouth and Sam immediately reached down.

He caught the drop with his thumb, his gaze intense and possessive before he pressed that same thumb into her mouth.

"Swallow it," he whispered, his voice shaking with the aftershocks of his climax. "Don't waste a single bit of me, you did so good angel… so fuckin good."

Ari sucked on his thumb, her eyes never leaving his as she did exactly what he told her.

When he pulled his hand away, he didn't give her a second to breathe before he was reaching down, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up onto the bed with him.

Sam didn't let the heat die down for a second, he pulled Ari’s body flush against his, his chest still heaving as he captured her lips in a series of deep messy kisses, he tasted himself on her tongue and the thought of her being so devoted to him made his possessiveness flare up even hotter, he moved his hands down her back, gripping her rear and pulling her into his lap for a moment just to feel her heat against his thigh.

"You were so good for me angel," he mumbled against her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip before he started trailing kisses down her throat. "But I'm not letting you get away with just that, I can feel how much you want me, I can feel you shaking baby."

He laid her on bed and started kissing his way down her body, his lips moving over her collarbone, his tongue swirling around her nipples until she was arching her back and crying out his name, he didn't stop at her waist, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her legs tossing them aside.

When he saw her completely bare, his eyes darkened and let out a low appreciative growl.

"Sam... wait no," Ari gasped, her hands reaching down to try and catch his shoulders as he moved toward the foot of the bed. "It’s your day sunny... you don't have to... I wanted to give you everything..."

Sam looked up at her, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide until she was fully open to him, the soft part of his personality was gone, replaced by a raw dominant hunger that made her heart race.

"Shut up and take it Ari," he commanded, his voice dropping into a rough low rumble. "I told you I’m the one who decides what we’re doing… and right now I want to taste how much you love me, I’m gonna drink you in until you can’t even remember your own name, now lay back and be a good girl."

Ari’s breath hitched, a soft helpless moan escaping her as she did exactly what he said, her head hitting the pillow as she surrendered to the look in his eyes.

Sam didn’t give her another second to process, he moved between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs even wider apart until she was completely exposed to him.

He leaned down, his eyes scanning every inch of her watching the way her folds glistened in the candlelight, he started with a long slow lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit savoring the taste of her like he was starved.

Ari’s hips bucked instantly, her hands flying to the headboard to anchor herself.

"Oh!~... oh sunny... nnh~... please!~... it's so good!" Ari cried out, her voice already beginning to strain.

Sam didn't answer with words, he focused his tongue entirely on her center using firm broad strokes that kept her pinned to the mattress by pleasure alone, he lashed at her clit with a rhythmic precision, his breathing heavy and hot against her sensitive skin, he wanted her to feel the weight of his attention and the pure addiction he had to her.

Every time she tried to shift or pull away from the intensity, his hands clamped harder on her thighs anchoring her.

"You like that? Tell me you love how I taste you," Sam muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face against her. "You're so wet for me angel, look at the mess you're making already, you’ve been thinking about this all day too haven’t you? Just being my good girl?"

Ari couldn't even form a sentence, all she could do was moan, her head tossing from side to side as she fought for air. "Yes... mmm~... yes Sam!... I'm… I'm so close… please!... Don't stop sunny… please!~..."

He obeyed, his tongue moving in a blurring circle flicking against her clit until her breathing turned into a series of jagged high pitched gasps.

Her eyes rolled back and a long loud scream ripped from her throat as her body went rigid, she bucked against his mouth, her internal muscles clenching desperately as Sam stayed right there pressing his face into her drinking in the sudden rush of her release, he loved the way she tasted when she peaked and didn't pull back even after the very last drop was gone.

"That's it, take it all," Sam growled against her, feeling the vibrations of her scream. “Good girl baby… good fuckin girl.”

As the first climax started to fade Ari tried to pull her legs together, her voice a sobbing mess of overstimulation. "Wait.. sunny wait... I'm too... nnh~... I'm so sensitive… I'm spent..."

"I didn't tell you that you were done Ari," Sam said, his voice dropping an octave sounding more commanding than she had ever heard him, he didn't let her move an inch as he dived back in immediately, his tongue pushing deeper this time mimicking the sliding motion of his cock.

He was relentless, he didn't give her a second to recover knowing exactly how to ride the wave of her sensitivity to push her back over the edge.

"Sam!... No I can't... stop… please... no wait… more!..." she cried, her fingers digging into his blonde hair, she was a mess of conflicting needs wanting it to stop because it was too much but wanting it more because it was him, she was moving her hips frantically trying to find more friction against his tongue.

"You can," Sam countered, his tongue swirling around her clit with a punishing speed. "You're gonna cum again for me, I wanna feel you cumming on my tongue again baby, be a good girl and cum again for your husband."

He sucked her clit into his mouth, the suction creating a cruel vacuum that sent pure pleasure straight to her core.

"Sam please!... More!" Ari’s voice was a ragged desperate wreck, her fingers tangling so tightly in his hair that she was nearly yanking him against her, every time his tongue lashed against her or the suction of his mouth intensified, her back arched completely off the bed. "I’m... haaa!~... I can't... Sam it’s too much!... Ahh!~... don't stop!... Please don't stop!"

Sam didn't give her an inch of mercy, he let out a low muffled growl against her sensitive skin, his hands moving from her thighs to grip her hips anchoring her down so she couldn't escape the mounting tension as he doubled his efforts, his tongue moving in a blurring punishing rhythm that focused entirely on the tiny swollen point of her pleasure.

"Sunny!... I’m cumming!... Fuck I’m cumming! AH!~... AHH SAM!"

She was screaming so loud, her voice raw and vocal as she lost all control of her limbs, her head tossed wildly on the pillow, her heels drumming a frantic beat against the mattress.

Sam stayed right there, his tongue never stopping even as she came again, he pressed his face even harder into her, his suction becoming relentless drinking in her sweet release as if it was the only thing keeping him alive

He was addicted to it, the way she smelled, the way she tasted, the way she sounded when he broke her, he waited for the worst of the shaking to stop, his face slick with her and looking like a man possessed, he looked up at her for a split second, his eyes dark with triumph.

"Two," he whispered, his voice shaking with his own suppressed need as he sucked a new mark on her inner thigh. "But I think you've got more in you don't you angel?"

He took his hand and began rubbing his fingers over her swollen folds spreading her open and making her hiss as the air hit her wet sensitive skin.

The moment his cool fingers brushed against her Ari let out a sharp ragged hiss, her body recoiling and then immediately pressing back into his hand.

After two intense climaxes, her skin felt like it was humming with live electricity, even the slight draft in the room felt like a physical weight against her slick swollen folds.

Every nerve ending was raw and screaming for more yet the thought of him touching her again made her feel like she was going to shatter, she was a mess of heat and wetness, her internal muscles still twitching with the remnants of her last release.

"Look at me Ari," he commanded, his voice firm. "Open your fuckin eyes and look at me."

She forced her eyes open, her vision blurry with tears and pleasure.

"Good girl," he whispered, a dark smirk crossing his face then without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her hitting her entrance with a force that made her let out a piercing scream.

"Oh god!... Sam!...” She sobbed, her voice hoarse. "Ahh!~... I'm… I'm so sensitive… it hurts… please!”

"I'm taking what's mine," he growled, he didn't go slow with his fingers, he hammered against her g spot in a fast rhythmic pace while his tongue returned to her clit creating a double ended assault that left her nowhere to hide. "Do you love that? Tell me you love how I’m ruining you right now, tell me you want more."

"I love it... I love it so much... nghh!~... sunny please... don't stop... more… ahhh!~... Faster!"

"Then cum for me baby," he commanded, his thumb replacing his tongue to grind against her clit. "Show me how much you can take, I want to hear you scream so loud you lose your voice.”

Ari hit her third climax with a force that made her back arch completely off the bed, her fingers locking onto the headboard so hard her knuckles turned white.

She was a total mess, her face flushed dark red, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat and her screams were raw and vocal filling the room as she pulsed around his fingers.

Sam pushed his fingers even deeper feeling her walls clamp down on him in a rhythmic desperate grip as he didn't move an inch, his tongue working her and drinking her in even as she sobbed.

"Yeah just like that, wrap yourself around my fingers," he praised, his voice thick and husky.

He kept his digits moving, slowly at first then picking up the pace again before she could even catch her breath, he was pinning her legs against his shoulders, his face buried between her thighs refusing to give her a single second of peace.

Ari’s head was lolling back, her neck corded with the effort of her screams as she tried to find the air to speak, she reached down, her trembling hands fluttering uselessly against his muscular forearms trying to find some leverage to push him away or perhaps to pull him even closer.

"S-Sam... nnh-haaa... please," she choked out, her voice a fragile broken thread. "I'm... mmmph... so tired... Sunny I can't... please..."

The words were barely recognizable, dissolving into a series of jagged wet gasps and stuttered vowels, every time she tried to form a coherent plea his tongue would flick against her in a way that caused her entire body to jerk turning her sentence into a long helpless moan.

She was panting so hard her chest was heaving, her eyes rolling back as she tried to tell him her body was finished but the way she was instinctively grinding her hips against his face told a completely different story, she was a slave to the friction, her protests dying in her throat as she spiraled back into the heat.

"Just one more," he muttered, his tongue lashing at her relentlessly. "I wanna feel you cum one more time before I finally get inside you, I wanna see you completely spent please baby."

"Sam… pl-please... I… I can't… breathe... s-stop please… I can't… take it!" Ari was crying now, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, she was shaking her head from side to side, her hands reaching out blindly to grab his wrists.

"I've got you," he whispered, his tone softening for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, his fingers hitting her g spot with a brutal rhythm as he used his tongue to flick against her clit with a blurring vibrating speed while his fingers moved inside her with a strength that left her gasping, he was drinking her in savoring every bit of the mess they were making.

"Last one baby I promise, give it all to me, cum for your husband and be my perfect loud girl one more time! Show me how much you need me!"

The command in his voice calling her his wife and demanding that she break for him was the final straw, there was no more "tired", no more "too much", there was only the overwhelming need to obey him and the explosive friction he was creating.

Ari couldn't think anymore, her brain just quit, the combination of his fingers hammering her g spot and his tongue blurring over her clit was too much to process, she stopped trying to breathe or fight the sensation and just let her mind go completely dark leaving nothing behind but the raw shaking need to let go

Ari’s body went completely rigid, her fingers locking onto Sam’s wrists as a long broken wail left her throat, she stayed at the peak for what felt like minutes, her body bucking and pulsing in a way that seemed impossible.

She was so loud, her voice cracking as she screamed his name over and over until it was just a breathy whisper.

Sam didn't pull back, he kept his fingers inside her and his mouth against her clit until she had completely stopped pulsing drinking in the very last of her.

He didn't pull away until the very last tremor died down, he stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against her thigh just breathing in the scent of her and looking at the perfect mess he had made.

When he finally pulled back and sat up, he was a mess, his face was glistening with her sweet release, his blonde hair damp and wild and his eyes were full of a dark hungry pride as he didn't give her a second to recover, he was crawling up her body, his heavy muscular frame pinning her back into the mattress.

He looked at Ari who was lying there totally undone, her legs still trembling and her chest heaving as she tried to remember how to breathe, she looked spent, her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging open.

"Look at you," he whispered, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. "You did so good for me angel, absolutely perfect, you took every bit of it."

He didn't say a word before his hand moved to the back of her neck to pull her into a deep messy kiss that tasted entirely of her, the kiss was deep, wet and tasted entirely of her, he deliberately swiped his tongue across her lips forcing her to taste her own sweetness that lingered on him.

"You're the best birthday gift ever," he murmured against her lips, his voice full of warmth and dominance. "And I haven't even been inside you yet, you're gonna be so much louder when I am.”

Ari let out a broken high pitched moan, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, her head swimming from the sheer intimacy of it.

He moved his lower body settling himself between her aching thighs.

Ari felt the hot hard length of him press against her entrance but he didn't push inside, instead he just ground the tip of his cock against her sliding it up and down through the slick mess he had made of her.

The friction was agonizingly perfect, Ari arched her back, her hips instinctively trying to meet him hoping to force him inside.

"Sam... mmm… sunny… please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please… I need... I need you inside me… fuck me… please just fuck me..."

"What was that?" Sam whispered, pulling back just an inch so his lips were brushing hers but his hands moved to her jaw, his grip firm and possessive. "I didn't hear you baby, you’re being awfully needy for a girl who’s already cum four times."

"Please Sam... I'm begging you," she sobbed, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, her clit rubbing against his hot skin with every desperate shift of her hips. "I need... I need you inside me."

Sam let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated through her chest. "You think you get what you want just because you ask?”

He shut her up by kissing her again harder this time, each time Ari tried to pull back to gasp for air or beg him again Sam’s hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair to hold her in place, he wouldn't let her break the contact, he used his tongue with a bruising intensity exploring every corner of her mouth making sure she could taste nothing but him and herself.

While he kept her mouth occupied, he kept up the relentless teasing below, he ground himself against her in slow deliberate circles, the tip of him teasing her opening dipping just a fraction of an inch inside before pulling back out.

It was a torture, Ari’s moans were muffled by his mouth turning into long desperate sounds that vibrated between them.

"You're so sensitive," Sam murmured against her lips, finally letting her catch a half breath before diving back in. "Look at you, shaking just because I'm touching you, you're so needy for me aren't you? You're so pathetic for your husband baby."

"Yes... ah yes!~... Sunny… I'm... mmmph!..."

He silenced her again, his kiss turning even more possessive as his thumb moved down to join the teasing, flicking her clit while his cock head rubbed against her entrance.

Ari was losing her mind, the sensation of him being right there but refusing to fill her was driving her into a frenzy, she was moving her hips frantically, her nails scratching at his back, her entire body a live wire of need.

"I'm gonna enjoy this so much," Sam rasped, his voice a low rough growl against her lips. "I'm gonna take my time with you Ari, I'm gonna feel every single inch of you wrapping around me but not yet, I want you to want it so bad you're crying for it."

"I am crying!... Sam please... ah!~... mmm-more!"

He pulled back and inch to look at her, his eyes searching hers seeing the pure raw devotion and the desperate hunger there, he loved having her like this totally at his mercy and focused entirely on the pleasure only he could provide, he kissed a stray tear from her cheek before capturing her lips in another deep soul searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusting motion she was so clearly dying for.

He broke the kiss as she panted for air and leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as his hands moved to grip her thighs spreading her as wide as possible, his knuckles grazing the sheets as he admired the way she was laid out just for him.

"Ready baby?" He whispered, his voice a low gravelly rumble that sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her.

Ari didn't even have a chance to gasp out a “yes” before Sam adjusted his weight and pushed forward, he didn't go slow, he buried himself inside her in one deep determined thrust that bottomed out against her.

"AH!~... Oh god Sam!~... Nnh-haaa!~..." Ari’s eyes flew wide and a piercing scream ripped from her throat as her body stretched to accommodate his thick heavy length, the sensation of being filled after so much teasing was overwhelming, a sharp spike of pleasure that made her head reel, she felt every vein and every ridge of him stretching her open and filling her to the point of delicious ache.

She immediately reached up, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down needing the anchor of his body, she tried to kiss him but all she could manage were broken jagged moans.

"Nnh-ah!~... Sam... oh sunny... too deep... mmm-ha!~... It’s so much... ah!~..."

Sam didn't wait for her to adjust, he let out a long shaky groan of his own, his forehead resting against hers as he felt the incredible heat of her wrapping around him, he felt her internal muscles pulse and squeeze him welcoming him home.

"God… you’re so tight," he rasped, his breath hot against her mouth. "So fuckin warm for me, look at you... taking all of me, I can feel you pulsing around me angel, you’re so perfect."

He reached up, his large hands closing around her wrists and pinning them to the mattress above her head, he didn't do it to be mean, he did it to anchor himself, to claim every inch of her as he began to move.

He began to trail kisses down her neck and onto her chest, his mouth hungry as he marked her skin while he started with deep slow thrusts, each one deliberate and heavy because of the way she was pinned, every time he pushed forward he was able to use his full weight.

"Nnh!~... Ah!~... Sam... fuck yeah!~... please… ah-ahh!~... Mmm-sunny… it’s hitting… ah!~..." Ari was sobbing, her head tossing back and forth, every time he pushed deep, she felt the blunt head of him grinding against her most sensitive spots.

"Yeah? You like that? I can feel exactly where you want it," Sam growled, leaning down to capture her lips again in a messy wet kiss, he didn't stop moving, his hips snapping forward in a steady punishing rhythm. "Tell me how good it feels, tell me how much you love being filled by your husband, I wanna hear you say it while I’m railing you like that come on."

"I love it... mmmph... I love it so much!... Ah Sam!... faster!... please... nnh-ah!~... Please sunny... ah-ha~..."

Sam obliged, his thrusts becoming more frantic and powerful, he shifted his weight angling his hips lower and tilting his pelvis so that with every forward motion, he hooked upward driving himself directly into her g spot.

The change in angle made Ari let out a shattered high pitched wail, her legs tightening around his waist.

"Ah-hahh!~... Oh god… right there!... Sam please!~... Nnh-haaa!~...”

"Look at what I'm doing to you," Sam rasped, his voice thick with a dark satisfied pride. "You're so fuckin spent, so undone and you're still begging me for more? You're such a good girl for me angel... I love how you're just taking every inch of me like you were made for it."

He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her damp skin as he watched her eyes roll back. "Keep making those sounds... I wanna hear exactly how much you love it... and I’m gonna keep going until you can't even moan my name anymore.”

He was relentless, his chest heaving as he stared down at her watching the way her face flushed and her eyes glazed over, he kept her wrists pinned, his thumbs stroking the back of her hands as he hammered into her, his cock sliding through the friction of her slick heat.

Suddenly Sam stopped his movement staying buried deep inside her, he looked down at her lower stomach where the skin was slightly distended from the sheer depth of him and a dark proud smirk crossed his face.

"Look at that angel," he whispered, his voice shaking with possessiveness. "Look at what I'm doing to you, you can literally see me inside you."

He released one of her wrists and took her hand guiding her fingers down to her own abdomen, he forced her hand to press hard against the small bulge where his cock was stretching her skin from the inside, the added pressure against the internal friction made Ari let out a raw desperate scream.

"AHHH!~... Sam!~... NH-HAAA!~..."

Sam let out a low dark laugh, the sound of a man who knew exactly how much power he had over her, he kissed her harder then, his tongue pushing into her mouth to swallow her screams as he released her other wrist but instead of letting her go, he reached down and hooked his arms under her knees lifting her hips high off the mattress to tilt her even further back.

"Now you're really going to feel me," he growled as he began to thrust with a renewed violent speed. “I'm gonna fuckin ruin you, my sweet obedient fuck toy."

Ari’s hands -finally free- flew to his back and neck, her nails dug deep into his skin drawing red bloody lines as she fought to stay grounded during the onslaught, she wasn't trying to stop him, she was pulling him closer, her body begging for the friction.

"Sam!~... Ah-ah-ahh!~... Sunny!~... I’m... mmm~... I’m gonna... ahh-ah!~... Too much!~... Nnh-haaa!~..."

"Not yet," he commanded, though his own composure was fracturing, he could feel the ridge of his cock catching on her g spot with every lightning fast thrust. "Stay with me, look at me while you take it, give me everything Ari!"

Ari forced her eyes open looking up at him, he looked like a god, his blonde hair wild and damp, his skin glistening with sweat and his expression one of pure dominant devotion, the sight of him combined with the relentless deep pulses inside her was the final straw, her walls began to clamp down on him in a rhythmic desperate grip that she couldn't control.

"Sam!~... I’m… hahh-ah~… AH!~... NHHH-HAAA!~..."

Ari hit her climax with a force that made her entire body go rigid, her back arching so high only her head and heels were touching the bed, she stayed in the peak for what felt like an eternity, her voice cracking as she screamed his name, the intensity of her release was so strong that it finally broke Sam.

"That's it!... Squeeze me baby!... give it to me!... You're fuckin mine!..." Sam roared, his voice rough and guttural as he lost all rhythm, his hips slamming into her with everything he had seeking that final explosive release, he thrust deep, once, twice, three times, feeling her wrap around him like a glove before his body went completely rigid.

He buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, his forehead falling into the crook of her neck as he came so hard inside her.

Ari felt him pulsing, the hot heavy waves of his cum filling her making her own climax stretch out into a long shimmering afterglow, they were both breathing in ragged desperate gasps, the air in the room thick and heavy.

Sam didn't pull out instead, he stayed buried deep, his hips moving in tiny slow agonizingly perfect circles to prolong the sensation making sure every drop of the high lasted, he nuzzled into her neck, his lips grazing the marks he had left there.

"I love you so much angel," he whispered, his voice muffled and thick with emotion, his heart hammering against her chest. "I love you... god, this is the best birthday ever I'm serious, best one of my life, you're perfect for me."

Ari let out a tired shaky laugh, her hands still clutching his shoulders, her nails finally relaxing their grip on his skin, she felt completely spent, her body humming and her legs still trembling but she pulled him closer kissing his damp hair.

"I love you more sunny," she murmured, her voice hoarse and full of deep raw affection. "You deserve it all, every bit of me.”

She reached up, her arms feeling heavy and leaden with exhaustion and wrapped them tightly around Sam’s broad back, she pulled him down flush against her needing the grounding weight of his body as the room continued to spin from the aftershocks of the climax.

Sam didn't pull away, instead he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot ragged breath hitching against her skin as he began peppering small gentle kisses along the line of her throat and shoulder, his lips soft and lingering.

As the initial rush of their climax began to settle, he let out a long shaky sigh and started to shift propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at her with eyes that were soft but still glazed with lingering hunger, his hand moving to brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

"God… Ari," he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel. "You’re incredible, I need to... I should probably move before I crush you."

He started to pull back, his body beginning to slide out of her sensitive walls but Ari wasn't ready to let the feeling go.

She felt the slight movement and immediately reacted, her hands moving from his shoulders to his chest and with a playful but determined look in her eyes she pushed against him using the momentum to roll him onto his back while she scrambled up to straddle him, she kept him seated firmly inside her, her internal muscles clenching around him the moment she felt the change in depth.

Sam let out a choked off groan, his head hitting the pillow as he looked up at her in surprise. "Angel wait-"

Ari didn't let him finish, she leaned forward pressing a finger against his swollen reddened lips. "Shhhh," she whispered, her voice a low needy vibration. "I’m not done, I need more sunny, I need you again."

A dark slow smirk spread across Sam’s face, he reached up, his large hand capturing her wrist to pull her finger away from his mouth and pressed a lingering possessive kiss to her palm. "You're a greedy little thing aren't you?" He growled, his hand sliding down to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin to anchor her. "You really think you can handle more? You're already passing out."

"For you? Always," Ari moaned, her hips giving a small tentative experimental tilt. "Nnh-ah!~... Sam... please... I wanna feel you move-... mmm… inside me… don't make me wait."

"Alright baby, if you want it, you got it," he murmured, he didn't let her take total control, though, his other hand came up to grip her hip and instead of letting her set the pace, he began to move her, he pushed her up and pulled her back down onto him in a slow agonizingly deep rhythm.

"Ah!~... Hahh~... Sam!... Mmm yes!~..." Ari cried out, her head falling back as she gripped his forearms for balance, she felt every inch of him filling her back up, his hard length stretching her out all over again, her nails instinctively found his chest scratching down and leaving faint red marks in the sweat slicked skin. "Nnh-haaa!~... Sunny!... faster... mmm… please… just like that!... Don't stop!..."

"Fuckin look at you," Sam praised, his voice thick with pride, he watched the way her breasts bounced with the movement, his eyes fixed on her face as she lost herself in the sensation. "Look at how you're taking me, you're so loud for me tonight angel… I love hearing you scream… I love knowing that I’m the only one who gets to hear those filthy sounds, you wanna cum so bad don't you?"

He didn't give her a chance to respond as he started to thrust upward from below meeting her every downward move with a powerful surge of his hips, the pace began to quicken even more, the wet sounds of their bodies joining together filling the quiet room.

Ari was a mess of moans and gasps, her hair swinging wildly as she was riding on him.

"Sam!... Ah!~... ahh-ah!~... I'm… ngghh~... I'm s-so close again!... Sunny!... I'm gonna- haaa!~... I'm cumming!~... Ah-ahh!~... Sam!” She cried, her voice cracking.

"yeah baby!... Just like that," Sam rasped, his hands tightening on her hips to steady her. "Come on, cum for me angel! Give me everything... I wanna feel you break again."

He deliberately slowed the pace lifting her up and pulling her back down in a slow punishingly deep grind that forced her to feel every ridge of him hitting her sweet spot. "There it is... feel how deep I am? Just cum for your husband!... Do it now.”

The friction was too much, her internal muscles spasmed, she let out a shattered wail as she hit her peak, she clamped down on him with a fierce rhythmic grip, her walls pulsing against his length in desperate tight waves.

Sam groaned, his head falling back as he felt her spill all over him, the slick hot sensation of her release coating his skin and making the friction almost unbearably good.

It was the best feeling in the world, knowing he had completely undone her and feeling her body thrumming with pleasure while she was still wrapped tightly around him.

He didn't let her stop even as she collapsed against him keeping the steady rhythm going to draw out every last tremor.

"Good girl baby," Sam growled, his eyes dark, he sat up suddenly, his muscles straining as he pulled her down into a crushing messy kiss. "You're so good to me you know that? So perfect and so pretty."

He held her there, his mouth swallowing her moans as he took over the movement entirely, he began to thrust hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers with a raw dominant energy as he reached with one hand, finding her clit and beginning to rub it with a brutal blurring speed.

Ari let out a muffled high pitched scream into his mouth, her hands flying to his hair pulling hard on the blonde strands as he hammered into her, she could feel him hitting her g spot with every single strike while his thumb was driving her into a second even more violent orgasm.

"You're mine Ari, say it," he demanded between bruising kisses, his thumb never stopping. "Tell me who you belong to, tell me you're gonna cum again for me! Scream it angel!"

"Yours!... Ah!~... always yours sunny!... please!... Ah-ahh-AHHH!~... I'm cumming!... Sam!... Ahhh!~... ah god!~... Nnh-haaa!~..."

"That's it!... Cum for me baby!... Cum with me!..."

Sam’s own control snapped, he felt her walls begin to convulse around him for the second time, the tight rhythmic squeezing triggering his own release as he let out a guttural roar, his head burying in the crook of her neck as he delivered a final series of deep punishing thrusts.

At the same time he rubbed her clit so hard she thought she might lose her mind, they hit the peak at the exact same moment, their bodies locking together in a desperate shaking embrace.

Ari’s voice went hoarse as she wailed his name, her body vibrating with the force of the orgasm but even as the peak hit, Sam didn't pull away, he flipped her over one last time, pinning her legs against his chest unwilling to let the sensation end, he drove into her one last time, slow and deep making her feel the full weight and length of him as he made sure to fuck his seed so deep inside her.

"You're so fuckin perfect," he whispered, his voice hitching as he felt the aftershocks of his climax. "I'm never letting you go… you're mine Ari, every fuckin inch of you.”

Ari tried to respond, her lips moving to form the words "yours" and "I love you" but her voice was completely gone leaving only a faint breathy exhale against his skin.

She was too spent to even whisper, her vocal cords raw from the hours of screaming his name, she just looked up at him with glazed adoring eyes, her fingers curling weakly into the muscles of his arms.

Sam didn't need to hear the words to know what she was saying, he saw it in the way she melted under him and felt it in the way she clung to him even in her exhaustion, a soft knowing smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to press a series of slow tired kisses to her forehead, her eyelids and finally her mouth.

They were gentle lingering touches, a stark contrast to the raw dominance from moments before as he silently thanked her for everything she had given him.

They stayed like that for a long time, the only movement being the rhythmic heavy rise and fall of their chests as they fought to catch their breath.

Sam was still partially draped over her, his weight a grounding possessive presence that Ari didn’t want to lose, the air in the room was thick with the scent of their shared heat and their skin was slick with sweat causing them to stick together every time one of them tried to shift but neither of them cared, the world outside the bedroom door didn't exist, there was only the sound of their frantic ragged breathing and the synchronized heavy thuds of their hearts.

Slowly the adrenaline began to fade leaving a heavy bone deep exhaustion in its wake.

Sam’s muscles felt like lead but he forced himself to move and gently moving Ari until they were lying side by side in the middle of the damp messy sheets, he propped himself up on one trembling elbow, his eyes scanning her face with a quiet intense adoration that was almost overwhelming.

He leaned over, his lips finding hers in a series of soft lingering kisses that tasted of salt and deep satisfaction.

“You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice still shaking with the remnants of his release as he trailed his mouth downward kissing her chest where her skin was still flushed then her neck, his tongue tracing the frantic pulse point where her heart was finally starting to slow its pace. "I don't know how I got so lucky, best birthday ever Ari, you really took care of me angel, you gave me everything I wanted and more."

Ari let out a soft tired laugh, the sound vibrating weakly in her throat, she tried to lift her arm but it felt incredibly heavy, her fingers barely reaching his jaw to stroke the rough line of his beard, she felt completely drained, her body humming with a satisfied ache that made even blinking feel like a chore.

"Happy birthday sunny," she murmured, her voice hoarse and slurred with the kind of exhaustion only he could cause. "I’m glad... I’m so glad you liked it, I wanted today to be all about you."

Sam’s smile was genuine and warm, a stark contrast to the dominant hunger that filled his eyes just minutes before, he sat up just enough to reach for the fallen duvet at the foot of the bed pulling the heavy covers up and over their tangled limbs.

The sudden shield from the cool night air felt heavenly against their heated skin, he then slid down and gathered her into his arms pulling her back against his chest so they were spooning, his large hand splaying across her stomach to hold her close.

"It was perfect because I have you," he whispered into her hair, his breath warm against her scalp, he shifted again wanting to see her eyes and rolled her onto her side so they were face to face as he tucked her head under his chin, his arm acting as her pillow. "I mean it Ari, I’ve never felt like this before, you’re... you’re my whole world, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you know that."

Ari’s eyes were half closed, the weight of sleep pulling at her lids, she let out a content hum, her face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Mmm... good because you're stuck with me Sam, I’m not going anywhere."

"Good with me," he rasped, his grip tightening just a fraction, a flash of that possessiveness returning even in his tired state. "I wouldn't let you anyway, you’re mine remember? My good perfect angel."

"Always," she breathed, her voice becoming a mere whisper. "Your good girl... forever."

Sam watched her intently, his gaze never leaving her face as her breathing began to even out into the deep slow rhythm of sleep, he reached out with his free hand, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her lower lip which was still slightly swollen from his kisses, he felt a fierce protective surge in his chest, he loved the way she looked right now, totally spent, safe in his arms and completely trusting.

"Thank you angel," he whispered to the quiet room, his own eyes finally starting to feel heavy. "I love you so much… more than I can ever put into words."

He watched the flutter of her eyelashes one last time before she finally drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep, he didn't close his eyes immediately, he stayed awake for a few more seconds just listening to the sound of her breathing and feeling the warmth of her body against his, the scent of her -sweet, musk and distinctly Ari- surrounded him like a blanket.

The rain was a promise the valley had been whispering all afternoon, the sky turning a bruised heavy purple over the town but inside your farmhouse the air was still, smelling faintly of dried herbs and woodsmoke.

When the sharp knock finally echoed against the heavy oak door it felt like a jolt of electricity, you pulled the door open, the hinges giving a familiar grounding creak.

"You made it," you started, but the words caught in your throat. "I was afraid you won't come."

Haley stood on the porch, a designer bag slung over one shoulder and a premium bottle of wine clutched in her hand, she looked as polished as ever, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves but her eyes held a rare flicker of vulnerability.

That flicker however was momentarily extinguished by the way her gaze swept over you.

You weren't in your usual dirt stained overalls or sturdy work boots, you were dressed for a night in, a ribbed black tank top that clung to your frame and soft black cotton shorts, the simplicity of the outfit did nothing to hide the visible evidence of the cold air hitting your breasts.

Haley’s breath hitched, a sharp audible intake of air that she tried to disguise as a cough, her eyes lingering just a second too long on the line of your collarbone.

"I... yes! I'm here," Haley said, her voice a fraction higher than usual, she stepped inside just as the first heavy droplets of rain began to drum against the roof. "I didn't want the rain to ruin my hair."

"Thank god you came just in time then," you said, reaching out to take her bag, your fingers brushing her wrist, a brief accidental contact before you immediately pulled back, your cheeks flushing a soft pink. "The sky looks like it’s about to break open."

"It’s definitely miserable out there," Haley murmured though she didn't look miserable at all as she followed you into the house. "I really wanted someone to talk to."

You bypassed the kitchen heading straight for the bedroom, the most intimate sanctuary of the farmhouse, you felt a surge of nerves, usually this room was a place of exhausted rest but with Haley here, every corner felt charged.

You both settled on the rug at the foot of the bed, the plush wool cushioning you against the hardwood before the bottle of wine was opened, the soft sound of the cork is the only sound against the growing roar of the storm outside.

Haley took a long sip from her glass, her legs tucked elegantly to the side as she leaned in closer than necessary, her shoulder nearly touching yours.

"So," you whispered, swirling your wine and trying to focus on the liquid rather than her proximity. "You said on the phone... you and Alex?"

Haley sighed, a long weary sound that deflated her usual poise as she shifted, her knee now firmly pressed against your thigh.

You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs but you didn't move away.

"It’s just over," Haley said, staring into her glass. "He’s... he’s fine, he’s Alex, but all he talks about is the gridball season and his strength training, I felt like I was never a priority in his life, I’d be talking about my photography and about the way the light hits the secret woods at noon and he’d just nod and ask if I’d seen his protein shaker."

She turned her head, her face inches from yours. "You actually listen, you look at me and I feel like you actually… see me."

Haley reached out, her fingers trailing idly, almost absently over your forearm.

Your skin tingled, a frantic heat blooming where she touched you, you were usually so bold when dealing with the townspeople but here under Haley’s heavy blue eyed gaze, you felt small and breathless.

"He don't deserve you," you managed to say, your voice slightly unsteady. " No man does.”

"I know," Haley whispered, her hand moved from your arm to your hand interlacing her fingers with yours, it wasn't a platonic gesture, it was firm and intentional. "I stayed way too long because I was afraid of being alone in that big house with Emily and her... crystals but being here? This feels different."

Haley leaned her head onto your shoulder, the scent of her expensive floral perfume mixed with the earthy familiar scent of your home.

You felt like you were vibrating, you wanted to reach out, to pull her closer but the fear of misreading the moment held you captive.

“What if she’s just sad?” You thought. “What if she just needs a friend?”

"Do you ever think about leaving?" Haley asked suddenly, her voice muffled against the fabric of your tank top, she didn't wait for an answer before her hand which had been resting near yours began to idly trace the veins on the back of your hand. "Not like leaving the farm but just... disappearing into the woods and never coming back to deal with the town's expectations?"

"Sometimes," you whispered, looking down at her fingers, she was pressing just hard enough to make your pulse jump. "But then I think about the things I’d miss, the quiet or the way the valley feels right before a storm."

Haley let out a low hummed breath that vibrated against your shoulder, she shifted, her weight leaning more fully into you until her chest was pressing against your arm.

"I used to hate the quiet," she murmured, her eyes tracking the movement of her own thumb as she began to slowly stroke the sensitive skin between your thumb and forefinger. "But when I'm here... with you... the quiet feels like it’s waiting for something."

She looked up at you then, her chin resting on your shoulder, the proximity was devastating, you could see the faint gold flecks in her blue eyes and the way her lips remained parted as she breathed.

She didn't pull back, instead she reached her other hand up, her index finger hooking into the strap of your tank top tugging it just a fraction of an inch lower.

"You're so different from them," she whispered, her gaze dropping to your mouth before snapping back to your eyes. "You don't just talk, you watch... you see things other people miss."

"I see you Haley." You managed to say, your voice sounding thicker than you intended.

Haley’s eyes darkened, she let out a small breathless laugh and squeezed your hand, not a friendly squeeze but a firm possessive one that grounded you to the spot.

"I know you do, I can feel it." She shifted again, her knee sliding up to rest against your outer thigh, a bold heat filled contact that made the air in your lungs vanish, she began to play with your fingers, interlacing them with hers and then pulling them apart over and over as if she was studying the way your skin felt against hers.

"I wondered if you’d be this quiet if we were alone," she teased, her voice dropping an octave as she leaned in closer, her nose brushing the shell of your ear. "You're usually so busy working and so covered in dirt, I kept thinking... what does she look like when the sun goes down and the work is done?"

You couldn't form a sentence, the humidity of the storm outside seemed to have seeped into the room making every touch feel amplified and heavy.

The wine was gone, the bottle sat forgotten on the rug and the rain had settled into a rhythmic hypnotic thrum against the glass, the silence that followed was heavy, laden with everything you weren't saying.

You stared at your joined hands, your thumb tentatively brushing over her knuckles, your heart performing a frantic rhythm.

Haley pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, her pupils were blown wide, dark and searching, she shivered though the room was warm.

"It’s... it's kind of chilly in here," Haley said, her voice dropping to a low suggestive silk, she didn't break eye contact for even a second. "Let’s sit in the bed."

"Sure," you whispered, your voice sounding thin and fragile against the roar of the storm outside. "It’s really getting freezing."

You both stood up from the rug, the sudden movement making the wine hum in your veins, you climbed onto the mattress sitting back against the headboard leaving the duvet crumpled at the foot of the bed.

You wanted the heat of the room and the heat of her without anything in the way.

Haley didn't hesitate, she crawled up right beside you, her hip flush against yours, her shoulder pinning you into the pillows.

You reached for the remote and clicked on the TV but the images were just flickering ghosts as neither of you looked at the screen.

Haley turned her head on the pillow, her blonde hair spilling over your shared space like silk, she stared at you with a piercing predatory curiosity that made the air in your lungs feel like lead.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" She asked suddenly, her voice was steady but there was a sharp dangerous edge of hunger in it.

You swallowed hard, your throat feeling like it was closing up. "No," you admitted, looking down at your hands. "I haven't but... I’ve slept with girls before."

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly turning heavy and electric, Haley propped herself up on her elbow hovering over you, her face so close you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, she didn't look shocked, she looked fascinated.

"Really?" She murmured, her blue eyes darkening until they were the color of the storm clouds outside. "I didn't know that about you, how many?"

"Just... a few," you whispered, your face catching fire. "In the city before I moved to the valley, it wasn't... it wasn't serious, just exploring."

"And was it better?" Haley pushed, her voice dropping into a low unfiltered purr, she shifted her weight, her thigh now draped over yours. "Tell me the truth, is it better than being with a guy?"

"It’s... it's different," you said, your breath hitching as she moved her hand to your thigh. "It’s softer and it feels like they actually know the map of your body because they have the same one, they're always focued."

"The map of your body," Haley repeated, her voice a low vibration, she began to run her fingers in slow agonizing circles over your black shorts, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "Focused how? Did they spend a long time on you? Did they... did they use their tongues?"

You gasped, your head falling back against the headboard. "Haley that's… that's a lot."

"I wanna know," she interrupted, her voice becoming bolder and more demanding as she saw your reaction. "I wanna know if you liked it when they went down on you, did you like the way it felt to have someone's face between your legs? Tasting your cunt you held their head? Did you make those pretty sounds you're making right now?"

"I… yes," you managed to choke out, your fingers clutching the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white. "It was... very intense, the friction is different, it’s more... constant."

"Constant," Haley whispered, her lips now inches from your ear, her breath hot and smelling of the red wine. "Did they make you scream? Did they make you lose control so much that you forgot your own name? Or did they kiss you to keep you quiet while they worked their fingers inside you… feeling how wet you were for them?"

The question sent a violent shiver through your core, you felt a heavy honeyed heat pooling between your thighs, the fabric of your shorts growing damp and heavy as your body reacted to the sheer filth of her words.

Every pulse of your heart seemed to push more moisture out making the fabric cling to your skin in a way that made you feel exposed even without her touching you there yet.

"They... they used to keep me quiet," you whispered, your voice trembling as you stared at the collar of her shirt. "Because I couldn't stop whimpering, it felt so much more sensitive than anything else... like every time their fingers moved inside me... I was losing a little more of my mind, I’d be begging them for more and they’d just cover my mouth and keep going until I was shaking."

Haley’s eyes darkened, her own breath coming in shallow jagged hitches, she leaned closer, her nose brushing against yours as she pushed further.

"Do you like it when they’re slow and worshipful?" She asked, her voice dropping into a low demanding register. "Like they’re tasting every single inch of you and taking their time to make sure you’re completely undone before they even think about finishing? Or do you prefer it when they’re more... aggressive?"

"I... I like the worship," you breathed, your chest heaving. "I like when they spend so much time down there that I’m just a mess... but I think I like the aggression more, I like being told what to do."

"Like being pinned down?" Haley pushed, her hand tightening slightly on your thigh. "Do you like the feeling of having your wrists held back knowing you can’t move while another woman does whatever she wants to you? Does it make you cum faster when you're helpless?"

"Yes," you gasped, a fresh wave of heat making your toes curl. "Knowing I can't stop them... it makes everything feel a thousand times more intense, I just have to lie there and take it."

"And what about when they're watching you?" Haley’s voice was like velvet. "Did you ever let them watch you touch yourself? Did you spread your pussy open and show them exactly how you like to be rubbed? Watching their eyes while you worked your fingers over your clit?"

"I... I did," you confessed, your face burning with a mix of shame and arousal. "Seeing how much they wanted to watch me... it made me so much wetter, I’d show them exactly how I liked the pressure... pulling myself open so they could see everything while I came for them."

Haley eyes traveled down to where your thighs were clamped tight together then back up to your face with a look that was almost demanding.

"And how many of them actually got you there?" She whispered, her voice dropping into a dirty low frequency hum. "Did they make you cum so hard your legs gave out? Did they use their mouths until you were just a sobbing shaking wreck on the sheets or did you ever find a girl who was thorough enough to make you cum more than once? Did they keep going just to see if they could make you scream again?"

The raw clinical curiosity in her voice was devastating, you felt your pulse thrumming in your ears, a frantic rhythm that matched the rain outside.

"Most of them... they were just one and done," you managed to say, your chest heaving under her gaze. "But there was one... she didn't stop, she kept her fingers inside me while I was still shaking and she kept her mouth on me until I couldn't even form words, I think I came three times before I had to beg her to let me breathe, I liked that she was... thorough."

Haley’s pupils were so blown wide they nearly swallowed the blue of her irises. "Did you ever let them use toys on you? Or was it always just their hands and their mouths? Did you like the feeling of something hard and cold stretching you out while they kissed you senseless?"

"I've tried toys," you whispered, your breath hitching. "But I think... I think I prefer the feeling of skin, the way a girl's fingers feel inside me is just... it's incomparable, it's so much more personal."

"I bet you're so tight," Haley murmured, her lack of filter becoming truly dizzying. "Do you think you'd be able to take two of my fingers? Or would you need me to go slow until you're used to me? Do you think you'd cry if I didn't stop when you asked me to?"

"I think... I think I’d want you to keep going," you admitted, your vision starting to swim from the sheer tension. "I think I’d want you to see exactly how much I can handle."

She shifted her weight, her body now partially draping over yours, her chest rubbing against yours, every time you turned your head to try and breathe, her lips were right there just inches from yours.

You could feel the moisture of her mouth, her hand which had been circling your thigh suddenly slid upward moving with a terrifying intent.

Her knuckles dragged firmly over the thin ribbed fabric of your tank top, she didn't miss, she caught the sensitive aching peak of your nipple rolling it slowly between her fingers through the cloth.

A broken pathetic moan escaped your throat and you arched your back into her touch, your body acting on its own.

Haley didn't pull away, she stayed there applying just enough pressure to make your vision blur.

"Look at you," she breathed, her own breath hitching in a jagged rhythm that mirrored your own. "You're so sensitive, you're shaking just from me asking questions, imagine what I could do if I actually tried, if I stopped asking and started doing."

She moved her hand from your chest back to your jaw, her thumb dragging over your bottom lip pulling it down to reveal the wetness of your inner lip, her gaze was anchored to yours, a predatory hunger written in every line of her face.

"What about the other way?" Haley asked, her voice dropping even lower like a husky silk. "Did you like putting your face between their legs? Did you like the way they tasted? Did you like the way they'd arch their backs and cry out when you used your tongue on them?"

"I... I liked making them feel good," you gasped, your heart performing a frantic rhythm. "Seeing them... lose it, knowing I did that."

Haley’s pupils were so blown wide, she leaned in until your lips were almost touching, the static between you so thick it felt like you were breathing underwater.

"You know," Haley breathed, her eyes finally flicking up to meet yours with a terrifying raw honesty that made your stomach flip. "I wonder what it's like to kiss a girl after years of being trapped with that loser.”

The space between your lips disappeared as Haley lunged forward capturing your mouth in a kiss that was anything but hesitant, it was a collision, hot, wet and desperate.

A strangled needy whimper broke from your throat as her tongue swept against yours tasting of the wine and a hunger that had clearly been building far longer than tonight.

Haley crawled fully over you, her weight pressing you back into the pillows, her knee pressing firmly between your thighs, the friction against your soaked shorts made you arch upward, a mindless reflex seeking the solid heat of her.

"You’ve been thinking about this too haven't you?" Haley breathed against your lips, her voice a ragged dominant rasp, she didn't wait for an answer, biting down gently on your lower lip before pulling away just enough to look at you, her face was flushed, her blonde hair falling around you like a silken curtain. "I can tell, every time I looked at you in this fuckin town... I wondered if you looked this beautiful when someone was actually making you feel good."

"Haley... please." You gasped, your hands flying to her waist pulling her closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between your chests.

"Please what?" She challenged, her eyes burning as she reached down, her fingers hooking into the hem of your black tank top. "You said you wanted to see how much you could handle, you said you wanted me to be thorough."

With one swift dominant motion she pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it blindly across the room, the cool air of the farmhouse hit your skin for only a second before Haley was leaning back down, her gaze traveling over you with a predatory appreciation that made you feel like prey.

"God… you’re perfect," she whispered, her voice thick as she began to run her hands over your ribs, her palms hot and slightly rough tracing the curves she had only ever seen under overalls. "Alex is a fuckin idiot, I can't believe I finally got rid of him.”

She leaned down, her lips finding the sensitive cord of your neck, she started to worship your skin with a terrifying intensity, nipping at your pulse point and then soothing it with her tongue.

Every time she sucked a mark into your shoulder you let out a broken cry, your head thrashing against the pillow.

"Is this how they did it?" Haley murmured against your skin, her hand sliding up to cup one of your breasts, her thumb raking hard across the nipple. "Did they make you shake like this? Did they make you moan their name before they even touched the best parts of you?"

"No," you sobbed, your fingers digging into the fabric of her blouse. "No one... no one makes me feel like this."

Haley let out a low dark laugh of triumph, she moved lower, her blonde hair tickling your stomach as she settled between your breasts, she began to treat your body like a masterpiece she was finally allowed to touch.

She swirled her tongue around one aching hardened peak taking her time and listening to the way your breath hitched and broke, when she finally took you into her mouth you felt it all the way to your toes.

"You're so sensitive," Haley praised, her voice muffled against your skin, she pulled back to look at the wet dark bud of your nipple before leaning in to flick it with her tongue again. "I wanna hear you, I wanna hear exactly how loud you get when I'm the one making you cum, tell me how good my mouth feels on you."

"It's... it's incredible," you choked out, your back arching so high your chest was pressed hard against her face. "Haley… I’m so close already... just from that… ahh!~... please."

"Not yet," she whispered, moving to the other side to give it the same agonizingly slow thorough attention, she bit and sucked and teased until you were a sobbing mess under her, your hands moving from her waist to her hair desperately trying to pull her back up for another kiss. "I'm not even close to being done with you, I wanna see you completely undone, I wanna see you dripping for me while I tell you exactly what I'm gonna do next."

She crawled back up your body, her chest rubbing against yours, the friction of her skin sending waves of pure heat through you, she captured your mouth again, a deep bruising kiss that tasted like the edge of a cliff.

"You're mine tonight," she whispered into the kiss, her hand finally sliding down to the waistband of your shorts, her fingers dipping inside to find the slick soaking reality of just how much you wanted her. "And I'm gonna be so much better than 'thorough'.”

Haley’s hand hooked into the elastic of your shorts, her knuckles grazing against the heat of your stomach as she looked you dead in the eye and with a sharp dominant tug she dragged the damp fabric down your legs tossing them onto the floor to join your shirt.

You were left completely exposed under her weight, the cool air of the bedroom is a sharp contrast to the furnace of her body.

Haley’s gaze dropped, her eyes tracing the slick glistening evidence of your arousal, she let out a low breathless laugh that was more of a growl, her fingers reaching down to ghost over your inner thigh.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with a dark satisfied hunger. "You’re so wet you’ve left a mark on the sheets, all those dirty little questions I asked... they really did the trick huh? I can see exactly how much you’re aching for me to stop talking."

"It’s your fault," you gasped, your legs trembling as they fell further apart for her. "You kept... you kept talking like that and I couldn't stop, I've been wanting you to touch me for so fuckin long."

She didn't stop there, she reached up and began to take off her own blouse with a terrifyingly slow deliberation, her eyes never leaving yours as she made you watch as she shrugged the silk off her head letting it slide down her arms.

When she reached for the clasp of her bra, her movements were fluid and confident, a woman who knew exactly the power she held over you.

She tossed the lace aside, her breasts spilling out full and flushed, her own nipples already dark and tight from the tension in the room, she looked down at herself and then back at you, a predatory smirk tugging at her inner lip.

"Do I look like what you've been dreaming about?" She challenged, her voice a low suggestive silk. "Because I've been thinking about you since the moment I walked through that door, I want you to see exactly how much I want this, I’m just as desperate as you are but I’m the one who’s gonna decide when you get to feel it."

"You're... you're even more beautiful than I imagined," you whispered, your eyes tracing the perfect curve of her breasts, your heart beating so hard into your ribs. "I've spent so many nights wondering... please Haley... don't make me wait."

She leaned down pressing her bare chest against yours, the sensation of skin on skin was like an explosion, your sensitive aching nipples dragging against hers as she shifted her weight, she sat back on her heels straddling your hips, her soaked core pressed against your thighs.

"You're shaking," she noted, her hands coming down to pin your wrists against the pillows, her grip firm and unyielding. "I love that I can make you lose your mind before I've even truly touched you, you want me to be thorough? I'm gonna map out every single inch of you until you're sobbing for me to finish you off."

"Then do it," you choked out, arching your back so your chest crushed against hers, your breath hitching at the sheer friction. "Use your hands, use your mouth... just don't stop, I wanna see how thorough you can be."

She lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweat on your collarbone. "I will... but first," she whispered against your skin. "I wanna see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”

Her mouth crashed back onto yours with a bruising force, her tongue sweeping inside to claim yours in a wet desperate tangle that tasted of salt and red wine, it wasn't a soft kiss, it was a demand, a physical collision that left you breathless and lightheaded.

"God! Haley... mmm…” You whimpered into her mouth, your hands finally breaking free from her grip to roam frantically over her back, your palms slid over the smooth hot skin of her shoulder blades before diving lower, your fingers digging into the firm curve of her waist to pull her even tighter against you.

She let out a sharp needy whimper against your lips, her hands beginning their own relentless pilgrimage.

Haley’s palms were hot, tracing the line of your ribs with a slow agonizing pressure that made your skin tingle, she moved with a photographer’s eye for detail, her thumbs dragging over the soft swell of your breasts circling the dark aching peaks until you were tossing your head back against the pillow, a broken string of moans escaping you.

"I’ve wanted to do this since the flower dance," Haley rasped, pulling back just an inch, her lips swollen and glistening, her hands slid lower past your stomach to the sensitive pale skin of your inner thighs, she used her nails to lightly rake upward, a slow torturous crawl that made your legs fly open. "You have no idea how many times I watched you and wondered if your skin felt this soft... if you’d react like this when I touched you right here."

"Then stop talking," you choked out, your fingers tangling in her blonde hair tugging her head back down, you leaned up, your teeth grazing her bottom lip before you sucked it into your mouth. "I’ve been... I’ve been rotting for you Haley, touch me... touch all of me."

Haley growled, her hand moving higher, her palm cupping the very top of your thigh just inches away from where you wanted her hands to be, she didn't go inside, she used her thumb to apply a heavy rhythmic pressure to the crease of your leg and watching your face as you arched upward, your toes curling into the sheets.

"You're so sensitive," she praised, her voice dropping to a dirty low frequency hum as she leaned down, her mouth finding your breast again but this time she wasn't just teasing, she bit down gently on the sensitive bud of your nipple, her hand simultaneous sliding further down, her fingers slicking themselves in the honeyed heat between your legs. "I’m gonna touch every single thing that makes you scream... Every. Single. Inch."

"Haley!... Ahh~... please," you sobbed, your hips performing a frantic rhythmic tilt trying to meet her hand. "I can't... it's too much."

She looked up, her blue eyes dark with a terrifying raw hunger, her fingers now thoroughly coating themselves in your wetness as she played with your folds.

"It’s not nearly enough," she whispered, her thumb finally finding your clit and pressing down hard. "We have the whole night and the rain isn't stopping anytime soon.”

Your hips bucked instinctively, a jagged broken sound tearing from your throat as your hands clawed at the bedsheets, the pressure was firm, unrelenting and perfectly calibrated to drive you to the edge of the cliff.

"Haley!... Fuck!... Please... just like that," you sobbed, your eyes rolling back, your breath hitching in a frantic uneven rhythm. "I can't... I’m gonna... ahh!~..."

"No," Haley interrupted, her voice a sharp commanding rasp that sent a different kind of shiver down your spine, she didn't pull away but she shifted the rhythm, slowing down just as you felt the first sparks of a climax beginning to ignite. "I told you I'm being thorough, you don't get to finish until I've seen every part of you unravel."

She leaned down, her blonde hair acting like a silken veil that cut off the rest of the world leaving only the two of you in the amber glow of the farmhouse, she began to drag her kisses down from your breasts, her tongue tracing a wet scorching line over your skin.

When she reached the junction of your thighs she paused, propping herself up to look at the mess she had already made of you.

You were glistening, your folds swollen and weeping with a desperate heavy wetness that Haley tracked with a clinical predatory focus.

"Awww! Look at how you're dripping for me," she whispered, her voice full of dark pride. "You're so greedy, you want my mouth so bad don't you?"

"Yes!... god!... Haley yes," you groaned, your hands reaching down to try and guide her but she caught your wrists pinning them back to the mattress. "Please... I need you to... I need to feel you there!... Please!~..."

Haley didn't say another word, she moved with the grace of a professional spreading you open with her fingers to expose every hidden sensitive fold to the cool air before her mouth replaced it.

When her tongue finally made contact it wasn't a gentle lick, it was a deep authoritative stroke that started at the bottom of your slit and traveled all the way up to your clit.

You screamed, your back arching so high only your heels and head touched the bed.

Haley was relentless, she began to fuck you with her tongue mimicking the deep rhythmic thrusting you had only ever imagined but with a softness and precision that was a thousand times more devastating, she explored every curve, diving deep into your entrance before swirling back up to tease the hood of your clit.

"You taste better than the wine," Haley murmured against your skin, her voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your core. "So sweet... and so fuckin wet, does it feel good when I do this? When I use my tongue to find exactly where you're the most sensitive? Tell me."

"It's... it's too much!... Oh god!" You whimpered, your breath coming in short panicked gasps. "Haley... please... f-feels so good... you’re making me... ahh-ha!~..."

She ignored your pleas focused entirely on her work, she began to use a flicking motion, her tongue moving with a speed and dexterity that made your vision blur.

Every time you got close, every time your muscles began to tense for the release she would slow down switching to long agonizingly slow laps that made you whine in frustration.

"Stay with me," she commanded, her fingers reaching up to pinch your nipples hard, the dual sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you. "I want you to feel every single second of this, I want you to remember exactly what it's like to have a woman worship you like this."

For what felt like hours Haley kept you suspended in a torturous glittering state of near climax, every time the waves began to peak she would shift her focus moving her tongue to the soft skin of your inner thighs or slowing her pace to a agonizing rhythmic lap that made you feel like you were vibrating out of your own skin.

The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of sex and the rhythmic drumming of the rain but all you could focus on was the heat of her mouth and the sheer filth coming from her lips.

​"You look so beautiful like this," Haley murmured, her voice a low vibrating hum against your sensitive folds. "Spread open on your own bed... shaking because I won't let you cum yet, I bet you never thought I’d be the one to see you like this did you? You’re so desperate for me."

​"Please... Haley... hhnh~... I'm dying," you whimpered, your head thrashing against the pillows, you felt heavy, your limbs leaden with arousal, your mind completely focused on the friction of her tongue, it was a sensory overload, the cold air on your skin, the stinging pinch on your nipples and the wet relentless heat between your legs. "Please… make me cum."

​"Not yet," she whispered, her eyes flicking up to catch yours, dark and predatory. "I wanna hear those pretty sounds for a little longer, tell me how it feels to have me down here, tell me how much you love it when I use my tongue to open you up."

​"I love it... ahh!~... I love everything you're doing," you sobbed, your fingers tangling in her blonde hair not to pull her away but to anchor yourself. "It feels so good... you're so... you're so much better than anyone... please!"

​"That’s it," she praised, her voice dropping into a dirty unfiltered purr. "Good girl, I'm gonna make you forget everyone else who ever touched you."

Finally when your body was vibrating so hard you were nearly sobbing, Haley decided you had reached your limit, she increased the pressure, her tongue working in a frantic rhythmic circle while her fingers dove inside you stretching you out and mimicking the friction you had been begging for.

"Haley!... Haley now!... I can’t... I’m... AHH!~" You couldn't finish the sentence.

The climax hit you like a physical blow, your entire body went rigid, a long high pitched scream breaking from your lungs as you finally shattered, it was a violent multi layered release that seemed to go on forever, your internal muscles clenching around her fingers in desperate rhythmic pulses.

Haley didn't pull away, as the aftershocks began to roll through you making every nerve ending scream with overstimulation she stayed right there, she kept her mouth pressed against your cunt, her tongue continuing to stroke your clit with a punishing thorough intensity that pushed you through the pleasure and into a realm of pure unadulterated sensation.

"Stop... Haley! Stop... it’s too much!" You cried out, your legs shaking so hard you could barely keep them open. "I'm too sensitive... ahh~... please... give me a second!... Please!"

"Not a fuckin chance!" Haley whispered, looking up at you with a wicked triumphant glow, her lips wet and glistening.

Before you could even draw a full breath she dived back down but the clinical precision was gone, replaced by a raw aggressive hunger, she was rougher now, her tongue lashing against your clit with a speed that made you scream, a raw piercing sound that echoed through the farmhouse.

​"Haley!... No!... Ahhh!~..." You shrieked, your hips bucking wildly as you tried to escape the intensity but she held you firm, her hands gripping your thighs so hard she would likely leave marks. "It hurts... it feels too good... I can't breathe!"

​You were so overstimulated it felt like fire but beneath the sting was a mounting secondary tension that was even more violent than the first, you always liked it this way, being pushed past your limits and being forced to take more than you thought you could handle.

Haley seemed to know it, her tongue becoming more forceful, her fingers deep inside you stretching you and driving you toward a second even more explosive peak.

​"Scream for me," she commanded against your skin, her voice muffled by your own wetness. "Let the whole valley hear you! Cum again for me!... Now!"

​You were so sensitive that you broke again, your second climax was a jagged messy thing, your body convulsing so hard you felt like you were falling through the mattress, you were screaming her name, a desperate sobbing chant as your world turned white.

​Haley stayed until the last pulse died down, meticulously licking every drop of your slick from your entrance, her tongue tracing your folds one last time to ensure she hadn't missed a single inch before she finally crawled back up your body, her face flushed and her hair a wild silken mess.

​She hovered over you, her blue eyes burning and crashed her mouth onto yours, the kiss was deep and bruising and as her tongue swept against yours you tasted yourself, the salt and the sweetness of your own release.

​"See?" She whispered against your lips, her breath hitching. "I told you I’d be thorough."

Haley’s gaze was heavy, hooded with a dark satisfied lust as she watched you try to catch your breath but she wasn't done playing, she was just getting started, her hand began a slow agonizing descent, her fingertips dragging over the sensitive skin of your throat, down the valley between your breasts and over the trembling sweat slicked muscles of your stomach.

You watched, mesmerized and terrified as her hand finally reached its destination, her knuckles brushing against the sensitive swollen heat of your cunt.

"You're still so responsive," she whispered, her voice a low dangerous vibration that made your toes curl. "I can feel you pulsing against my hand, you’ve had your fun with my tongue... now I wanna see how much of me you can actually take."

Haley didn't ask, she used her free hand to snap both of your wrists together above your head pinning them against the headboard with a grip of iron, with a predatory smirk she positioned the middle finger of her other hand at your entrance.

You were already so slick, so thoroughly prepared by her mouth that she it slid inside you in one smooth authoritative motion.

"Oh!... Hnng!~..." Your eyes flew open, your hips jerking upward as the sudden fullness hit you, you were already so overstimulated that the mere presence of her finger felt like a lightning strike. "Haley… please~”

"Shhh!" Haley commanded, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep bruising kiss, she used her tongue to mimic the rhythmic searching thrust of her finger inside you muffling your cries, she was hooking her finger to find that internal sweet spot making your legs shake and your head thrash.

But then Haley shifted, while keeping her fingers buried deep inside you she reached back with her pinning hand for only a second to unbutton her skirt, it pooled around her hips on the bed before she kicked it away followed quickly by the thin lace of her underwear.

You gasped into her mouth as she moved, the sudden sight of her bare golden skin in the dim light making your heart perform a frantic rhythm.

She straddled you fully, her weight a delicious pressure as she positioned one of your thighs directly between her own legs.

As she began to pump her fingers inside you, adding a second finger with a firm stretching pressure that made you let out a muffled whimper she began to ride your thigh.

The sensation was devastating, you could feel the heat of her, the wet soft friction of her own folds grinding rhythmically against your leg.

Every time she thrust her fingers into you she pressed her core down harder against your thigh seeking her own friction, the feeling of her slickness meeting your skin and the way her lips moved against yours in a desperate wet tangle was more than you could handle.

"Haley... mff!~... I can't... I’m gonna-... Ahh!~..."

"No," she growled against your lips, her hand returning to your wrists to pin them back down. "We’re doing this together, I’m not letting you cum until I’m right there with you, you're gonna stay right on this edge, you’re gonna feel every bit of me until I say so."

She began to move with a relentless punishing pace, her fingers stretching you, testing your limits while her hips worked your thigh with a frantic wet sliding sound that filled the quiet of the room.

You were a sobbing shaking wreck under her caught in a crossfire of sensations, you could feel her own pulse thrumming against your leg, her internal muscles clenching in sync with the way she was dismantling your self control.

The overstimulation was peak, the sharp sting as she reached down to pinch your nipple with her teeth, the stretching fullness between your thighs and the suffocating wet heat of her mouth going back to your lips to keep you silent.

You felt yourself losing the ability to form a single thought, your consciousness narrowing down to the friction of her skin and the absolute filthy reality of her dominance.

"Look at me," Haley demanded, pulling back just enough to stare into your blown wide pupils, her face was flushed, her blonde hair a wild curtain around you. "I... hahh~... I wanna see your eyes when we cum... I wanna... Ahhh!~... see you realize that you're mine."

Her grinding became faster, her breath hitching in jagged desperate gasps that mirrored your own.

You felt the pressure building, a massive tidal wave of heat that threatened to swallow you whole, you were clenching around her fingers, your own slickness acting as a lubricant for the way she was driving you toward the cliff.

"Now," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Now! I'm... ah-huhh~... I'm cumming!... Cum for me!"

The explosion was total, you shattered at the exact moment she did, your scream muffled by her final desperate kiss as your body went rigid, your internal muscles spasming around her fingers in violent rhythmic pulses as she collapsed against you, her core grinding one last heavy time against your thigh in the throes of her own release.

You lay there for a long time, the only sound the fading roar of the storm and the frantic synchronized thudding of two hearts beating as one.

Haley didn't move, her head resting on your shoulder, her fingers still deep and warm inside you, she propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes still glazed and her breathing shallow as she slowly withdrew her fingers from you.

With a deliberate mesmerizing grace she brought them to her lips and licked them clean, her tongue dragging over her knuckles to reclaim every drop of you before leaning down to press a deep soft kiss to your mouth.

You felt a surge of warmth for her that had nothing to do with the heat of the room, you reached for her waist and gently guided her onto her back, shifting until you were hovering over her as you began a slow reverent exploration of her face, pressing small kisses to her forehead and jawline.

"You're so incredible Haley." You whispered, your voice thick and low.

Haley’s fingers tangled in your hair pulling you closer. "I didn't think it would feel like... this," she murmured, a soft genuine smile touching her lips. "I feel like I'm melting."

"Let me help you with that." You replied, shifting your weight as you settled over her chest, your eyes fixed on the heavy pale swell of her breasts, they were flushed, her nipples dark and tight, you leaned down dragging your tongue along the underside of one breast savoring the warmth of her skin.

Haley let out a low shaky moan, her back arching off the sheets as you took the entire peak into your mouth, you used your tongue to swirl around the hardened bud flicking it rhythmically before sucking it deep into the heat of your throat.

"Ohh... hnnn~... yes… right there," Haley whimpered, her hands moving from your hair to grip your shoulders. “Fuck… this feels… feels so good.”

You moved to the other side determined to give it the same worshipful attention, you nipped gently at the sensitive curve of her breast leaving faint marks before soothing them with wet dragging licks, you began to hum against her skin, the vibration making her breath hitch in jagged desperate gasps.

You spent a long time there swirling your tongue in slow circles and using your teeth to gently tug at her and listening to the way her moans became louder and more uninhibited with every movement of your mouth.

Eventually you started to work your way back to her body, your lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck then moving to her shoulders before moving lower past her ribs until you reached the soft dip of her stomach, when you reached her thighs you paused, resting your chin on her inner thigh and looking up at her.

"You don't have to do this," Haley whispered, though she was already spreading her legs wider for you exposing the glistening swollen reality of her core. "I'm already such a mess."

"I want to," you said, your voice steady. "I’ve been wanting to taste you all night."

Haley’s breath hitched and she gave you a small breathless nod. "Then don't stop… please."

You leaned in, the scent of her floral perfume mixing with the sweet musky aroma of her skin and the faint trace of the red wine, from where you were positioned she looked breathtaking, the contrast of her pale soft skin against the dark sheets and her center weeping and glistening for you as you started with the softest touch dragging your tongue in long slow stripes along her inner thighs making her skin shiver.

When you finally moved your mouth to her entrance the taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and sweetness that made your pulse race, you started with broad flat laps of your tongue spreading her slickness over every inch of her and making wet slapping sounds that echoed in the quiet room.

Haley’s head hit the pillow with a thud, her hands immediately flying to your hair.

"Oh god... hahh~... you're so much better at this than he ever was," she gasped, her voice already starting to break as you used the firm tip of your tongue to trace the line of her slit from bottom to top. “Please… ahhh~... don't stop.”

You didn't answer with words, you just hummed against her before you shifted your focus using the firm tip of your tongue to flick rapidly against her clit, you kept it rhythmic and steady while listening to the wet sliding sounds of your mouth against her.

You began to suck on her clit, creating a firm rhythmic vacuum that drew her deeper into your mouth, your lips pulling at her sensitive skin until she was sobbing.

"Haley… you taste so good," you managed to mutter, pulling back for a second to see her face. "You're so fuckin wet for me."

"It's because of you," she sobbed, her hips starting to buck uncontrollably. "It's because of what you're doing... ahh!~... right there… don't move!... Put your tongue back!"

You ignored her plea to stay still and instead pushed further, your tongue mimicking a deep rhythmic thrusting as you reached up with your hands, one gripping her thigh so hard your knuckles turned white to keep her open while the other reached for her breast, you caught her nipple between your fingers pinching and rolling it in time with the licks of your tongue.

"You're so greedy Haley," you whispered, your voice a dirty rasp. "You want me to keep going? You want me to make you scream?"

"Yes!... Please!... nghh!~… just do it!... Give me more!" She shrieked.

You dived back in but instead of the fast rhythm you suddenly slowed down, you dragged your tongue in agonizingly slow wet circles barely touching her then pulled away to blow cool air over her heated skin, you pressed soft teasing kisses to her inner folds and moved all the way down exploring every hidden fold with a clinical thoroughness that made her whine in frustration.

"Why are you slowing down? Don't do that to me!... haah~... I need it!" Haley whined, her fingers clutching your hair and trying to pull your face back into her.

"Because I wanna hear you beg for it," you said, looking up at her with a smirk before sliding two fingers deep inside her. “You like that yeah?"

You found that sensitive ridge inside her and started to hook your fingers against it firmly stretching her out, at the same time you brought your tongue back to her clit moving it in a frantic circular motion.

Haley went completely wild under you, her heels dug into the bed and her voice rose into a loud melodic scream that echoed through the farmhouse.

"Right there!... Oh my god… right there!... Ahh!~... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-!"

You didn't let up for a second, you doubled your efforts, your tongue moving with an expert speed flicking against her clit while your fingers hammered against her g spot, the sound of the friction, the wetness of her body and her loud unfiltered moans created a sensory overload that made your own head swim, you could feel her internal muscles starting to clench around your fingers in violent pre orgasmic ripples.

"Now Haley! Cum for me! Let me feel you break!" You commanded.

Your command made her shatter, her entire body went rigid, a long high pitched scream breaking from her lungs as she hit a violent climax that seemed to go on for minutes.

You stayed right there as she sobbed into the pillows, your tongue continuing to move in slow gentle strokes to prolong the feeling making her legs shake and twitch uncontrollably, you pushed your tongue deep inside her to lick her clean, savoring every bit of her release until she finally went limp against the mattress, her skin slick with sweat and pleasure.

You slowly pulled back, your face wet and your heart hammering against your ribs as you kissed your way back up her body trailing soft cooling kisses over her stomach and breasts until you reached her lips.

You found her waiting, her eyes wet and her face full of a quiet dazed afterglow as you kissed her deeply to let her taste herself on your tongue.

The quiet that followed was different from the silence before, it wasn't heavy with what was unsaid, it was light, airy and warm filled only with the sound of their syncing breaths and the rain finally tapering off into a gentle drizzle.

Haley didn't pull away when you broke the kiss, she tucked her head under your chin, her forehead resting against your collarbone, the predatory edge she had carried all night replaced by a soft vulnerable hum.

"I think you actually did it," she murmured, her voice sounding small and a little raspy. "I think I forgot why I came here in the first place."

You chuckled softly, the vibration rumbling through your chest against her cheek as you reached down pulling the discarded duvet up and over both of your sweat chilled bodies. "I told you I love it thoroughly."

Haley shifted snuggling deeper into the blankets and your side, she smelled like salt, wine and the floral soap she always used, a scent that now felt entirely like home.

"You’re a show off, I made you scream so loud," she teased, though she reached out to trace the line of your ribs with her fingertips, her touch feather light and reverent. "But thank you… for actually looking at me, for... everything."

You turned onto your side propping yourself up on one arm to look down at her, her blonde hair was a beautiful chaotic mess across your pillows and her blue eyes were soft and clear, you reached out and tucked a stray lock behind her ear.

"You don't have to thank me for that Haley," you whispered. "I've been looking at you since the day I got here, I just didn't know if you'd ever wanna look back."

Haley reached up, her thumb grazing your bottom lip which was still a little swollen from her kisses. "I was looking, I was just afraid that if I said something I’d ruin the only thing in this town that felt real," she paused, a playful familiar smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Also your overalls are really distracting, you should wear those black shorts more often."

You laughed, leaning down to press a final lingering kiss to her forehead. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good," she breathed, closing her eyes as she drifted toward a deep well earned sleep. "Because I’m definitely not going back to my house tonight, or maybe tomorrow, Emily can deal with her crystals alone."

You held her closer, watching the dim light of the farmhouse flicker against the walls and as you felt her heart beating steadily against yours, you realized the journey was just beginning.

"Stay as long as you want," you whispered, but she was already asleep. "I don't want you to ever leave.”